A song for the friends of the world that move away. Stop doing that.
You can get this song on my new EP w00t: http://cassiewillson.bandcamp.com/album/count-to-three-ep
Explanation time: this friend and I both have older brothers named Sam (hence taking comfort when "the Sams" were being mean) and she has an Irish boyfriend (hence her marrying an Irishman in the future).
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Lyrics and Chords
[C F]
I think we met when we were two
My eyes were brown and yours were blue
And we could always find something to do
Wrote musicals on the trampoline
Ate popcorn off the floor, so clean
Found comfort when the Sams were being mean
[F G]
And it's been fifteen years now since the day we met
Not a single moment in my recollection is one I regret
We've never really squabbled, never had a fight
And I'm convinced that it's because you're so damn nice
[C F]
It's hard when our days never end
To find some time that we can spend
Discussing all that life has been
[F G C]
But I'm glad that we're still friends
I'm glad that we're still friends
In my mind it's clear as day
The summer right before third grade
I hugged you tight and watched you walk away
I admit I cried, I sobbed
Hoping that, against all odds,
Your father would not get that brand new job
I hope in twenty years I take you out to eat
And you pretend to like the food at the sketchy Thai restaurant where I insist we meet
I promise to laugh at your jokes if you laugh at mine
And I hope we reminisce about the good old times
We'll both give up on being thin
I'll show you pictures of my kids
You'll be married to an Irishman
And I hope we'll still be friends
I hope we'll still be friends
© Cassie Willson 2013
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