Used to call you on days like these It's a sad habit I know But this time, could you pick up, please? Don't say no How I miss your name on the screen For I know I'll never reach out to you Should I drop the drama queen You don't fancy tragic scenes The way I do Now that we get old Many things I'll never know Someday high and someday low But we're not those kind of friends Distant calls came to an end Used to call for a love supply 3-2-9-7-0 You could cheer me up with just a sigh, please do so Tell me now, can I justify My melancholy lullaby? 'Cause how am I supposed to say goodbye When I feel that I need an alibi for calling you Now that we get old Many things I'll never know Someday high and someday low But we're not those kind of friends Distant calls came to an end Now that we get old Many things I'll never know Someday high and someday low But we're not those kind of friends Distant calls came to an end