The five days we were friends    Now shine   Like a winter break   The near connection   The sheer affection   I would not intimate      I wouldn't dare      The skin you came by    Back in junior high   Though it had its day   Stands in bold relief    To your misfit grief   We are the same that way      At the IHOP   You looked like an angel      And I looked like a john      The patrons there could not disguise   The thoughts behind their brittle eyes   You took no notice   And that makes me wish    I could have a sixth   Now is that so hopeless      And I miss you, hon      So we sat us down a while    And we tried to reconcile   All the hopes and fears   The peaks and lulls   The obstacles   That shape the coming years      And all the things I know for sure   Like that I never will be yours   That inconvenient fact   Or that your intuition's wrong   And you never will belong   We are the same like that      And I miss you, hon      God damn the rumors that bastardized   Our first hellos and last goodbyes   The bookends   To the five books on the nightstand    Our platonic five-night stand   Weren't we just good friends      And I miss you, hon      Why is it so hard to believe   That someone else could see   You are the things you hope you are   You're all the things you hope you are   You're everything you hope you are      And I miss you, hon