You are dancing your way into the kitchen to a Stooges song.
You are laughing at my signature "back it up" move.
I'm getting the chance to sing Fly Me To The Moon to you, in person.
We're driving together, I sneeze and make the guy in the crosswalk leap into the air,
you say "Geeez, Mayham!" and make me cry with laughter.
I miss you so hard sometimes.
What if you and I went out one night to eat fried pork chops and violate a few municipal ordinances?
I understand things can't be as they were, but it's not right that we no longer have each other's friendship.
You are laughing at my signature "back it up" move.
I'm getting the chance to sing Fly Me To The Moon to you, in person.
We're driving together, I sneeze and make the guy in the crosswalk leap into the air,
you say "Geeez, Mayham!" and make me cry with laughter.
I miss you so hard sometimes.
What if you and I went out one night to eat fried pork chops and violate a few municipal ordinances?
I understand things can't be as they were, but it's not right that we no longer have each other's friendship.
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