but ever so gently

we've lost our hold on each other

when we swore to keep this friendship just platonic

But now it only seems ironic

and chronically forced

I never doubted once, our convictions,

but we all know good intentions

Just drift and fade invisible like smoke

And those late night calls

when I was just too drunk to call back

and when our afternoons got sidetracked

They're really no one's fault

And my best advice is to close your eyes

and know in fifteen years

none of this will matter

And all the trembling lips and every softest kiss

will be hardly worth the time it took to make them

And now looking back

I wish you hadn't asked

the questions we both knew I couldn't answer

But if one thing's for sure

It's that you're worth more than all

the words we've said alone in silence

May dreams of love and violets fill your head