My Friends - Nafets, Chester Watson

Things changed since I last saw my friends

I don’t know what it is

But now it seems that all we ever have to talk about is how

«How's life since graduation?»

«Still doing music»

«Great man»

We should link some time for drinks and half-assed conversation

Thumbing through my phonebooks and my rosaries

Look at all these faces that got over me

I can’t control myself, y’all makin me anxious

Like everybody knows that I’m fakin

Half of my friends stay addicted to substance

But really ain’t got no substance

I said I been here a day

I really been here a month

I just want infinite love

And the keys to your apartment

Intimate love to plant the seeds for some heartbreak

Seam split

Part ways

Do it for the art’s sake

I’m tryna catch up with my friends like a car chase