I finally saw you

For the first time

In two fucking years

And i told you i was fine.

You told me you had made it through the roughest patch

And you tried to make some jokes

And you asked about my life

And you shook and drank a beer

And I held back the fucking tears.

I felt no love, just pity for what you had become.



What a tragic life we've built.

What a tragic life we've built.



("Bad things happen you said when I walked you to the porch,

and faced you through the frigid boston night.

You hugged me as I stood and told me I was a good boy.

Bad things happen I whispered back and I said I was doing fine.

I said i was doing fine")



I said i was doing fine

I said i was doing fine



And i walked away

And it was so cold

That the tears froze on my face.



I'm not fine.