I could go tomorrow and see you See your hair and see your clothes, and if you miss me too All my friends say that's just what not to do Oh my darling, I'm so blue Small talk makes me die And being by your side not holding hands makes me want to cry I've been there for you Now it seems I'm my own best friend I guess there's others too And I've got things to do Things that don't involve cutting shapes and making me move I want to hold on to you Memories shift but some things They just stay true Coming down from the top Is a hard thing to do If I had some money, time I wouldn't be here.