When I was younger, I had a best friend. We were close, as close as kids could be. With endless summers to play, and weekends to meet during the school year, it felt like we would always be friends. It has been twenty years since I have spoken to her, and even so I find myself thinking back to those years, those early years of mine where it seemed as if nothing was wrong with the world. Where the biggest worry was whether or not I could find enough change before the ice cream truck made its trek around the neighborhood. Where countless nights were spend looking up at the sky and giggling over imagining what life will be like when we were grown up.
 
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Those days I can never get back. My friend and I parted ways, and not for lack of trying on my part. The last time I talked with her I was twelve, and had moved away. And she was more concerned with the life she had than keeping a friend. I called her many times, but she was always ‘out’. Eventually I gave up. After so long, letters in the mail and phone calls I would save up for, nothing was ever returned and I faded away into the background.
She was not the only one. Many more have followed the same fate, and if I could look into my future I would certainly see others I have called friends vanish into nothing. And I have to wonder why.
Why am I that forgettable?
Annie Waits
And so
Annie waits, Annie waits, Annie waits
For a call from a friend
The same, it's the same
Why's it always the same?
Annie waits for the last time
The clock
Never stops, never stops, never waits
She's growing old, it's getting late
And so he forgot, he forgot, maybe not
Maybe he's been seriously hurt
Would that be worse?
Headlights crest the hill
Shadows pass her by and out of sight
Annie sees in dreams
Friday bingo, pigeons in the park
Annie waits for the last time
Just the same as the last time
Annie says
"You see this is why I'd rather be alone"
And so
Annie waits, Annie waits, Annie waits
For a call from a friend
The same, it's the same
Why's it always the same?
Annie waits as the last
Headlights crest the hill
Who will be the one forever more?
Annie, I could be
If we're both still lonely when we're old
Annie waits for the last time
Just the same as the last time
Annie waits for the last time
Just the same as the last time
Annie waits
But not for me
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