Friends from Breaking by Cold Wrecks

I heard you lying to each other in the hallway
And I hope you didn’t know it, but haven’t we been through it
In high school or summer camp, college dorms or offices
You won’t be upset for very long

Because absence makes the heart forget
The things we shared and what they meant
The truth is we’re selfish, we live in the moment
It hurts to admit that we couldn’t care less

I wanna miss my old friends

My shoulder was a swamp by the time that we were done
You moved out to Washington, predictably I moved to Brooklyn
And I’m not the type to keep in touch because the pressure is a little much
So I’ll leave you a voicemail on your birthday
Or I’ll forget to call you on your birthday

Absence makes the heart forget
The things we shared and what they meant

I wanna miss my old friends
But I don’t miss my old friends anymore

So I’ll forget to call you on your birthday
No, you don’t need to call me on my birthday

• Punk
• emo
• indie
• orgcore
• pop punk
• post-punk
• New York