I called you from the emergency room
But you never pick up when I need you the most
You talk so much shit behind my back
But I moved to this city so we could be close
In my apartment there's a dining room table
For friends that come over and stay for a while
But you never come, so the table is covered
With magazine adds that I got in the mail
I thought we were golden
I could picture it all to the end of our days
The way this unfolded is breaking my heart
Maybe it's time to make new friends
Maybe it's time to make new friends
I thought we were golden
I could picture it all to the end of our days
The way this unfolded is breaking my heart
In my apartment there's dining room table
I hope you can find some time in your schedule
I'm not independent, I count on my friends
I don't want to be lonely, I count on my friends