I used to know you like the back of my handnBut that got lost while I was waving goodbyenIt seems that we've lost so muchnEight years of my life lost like a single grain of sandnSwept up by the windnnThe phone never ringsnIt’s just silent and stingsnLike salt in a metaphorical woundnnDo you remember that starless night some September?nWe sat out on my back porch with all our Pokemon cardsnBack before we knew of life and the things that it could donYou told me then that we would always be best friendsnWe would always be best friendsnWe would always bennI have all these memories but I know they could mean something more to menThan just a silent movie stuck on repeatnWhere has all our time gone?nIt seems like yesterday when we were living the jokes we would laugh at todaynBut we’re not laughing todaynAt least not togethernI thought best friends meant forevernI thought best friends meant forevernnThe phone never ringsnIt’s just silent and stingsnLike salt in a metaphorical woundnnAre you making a point to avoid everyone you left behind?nnI used to think it was hard when you moved more than a street awaynBut now it’s harder todaynThan it ever was beforenYou’re just a face in a photograph that hasn’t begun to fadenAnd I don’t think it ever willnnDo you remember those summers we spent at the New Jersey shore?nWhen we were younger we used to jump through the wavesnAnd make those jellyfish graves, the ‘gulls used to love thatnWhen we started to notice the girls lying in their suitsnWe knew we had finally grown upnBut so had theynSo had theynMaybe we just grew up too fastnnThe phone never ringsnIt’s just silent and stingsnLike salt in a metaphorical woundnnSo, how do you like Minnesota?nIf it’s too cold you can always come back homenBut if Minneapolis is perfect then I’ll be happy for your lifenI just have to asknnAre you making a point to avoid everyone you left behind?nMost importantly me…nnThe phone never rings nIt’s just silent and stingsnLike salt in a metaphorical wound