there's a treehouse
with no shortage of excuses
but then it was needed
and you slept in it
as a teenager
it cuts to the bone
i thought we were friends
until you were not
our high principles
no calls back
we shouldn't expect
much from this hard world
our friendship seemed
of those things
that wouldn't be false
the treehouse is gone
so is the house the rest all
mind thinking
curious forever on things
that needn't be solved
a friend is always missed
even a false one or
someone who couldn't
in every ending
a new friend can be found
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