You’ve done so well, stringing me along, keeping me just within your reach. And it won’t be long, before we’re spread apart, you’re up the coast with miles in between.
And you’ll find yourself, while I’m stuck in San Diego, waiting for your weekly drunken call. And you’ll paint the city red while I’m back home in San Diego, awaiting the end once and for all.
And I bet you’re proud, of how you handled this. Let me down easy over time. Slowly the pain, dissipates and goes away. Telling my friends I’m doing fine.
And I wish you well, whatever path you take. Knowing in the end we’ll both be fine. And I’ll call you up, for old times sake. And we can reminisce about the good times.
