text: Still got pictures of friends on the wall
  I suppose we arent really friends anymore
  Maybe I shouldnt ever have called that thing friendly at all
  Get freaked out from a knock at the door
  When I havent been expecting one
  And didnt that used to be part of the fun, once upon a time?
  Well be there at the back of the bar
  In a booth like we usually were
  Every time there was a rocket launch or some big event
  What a death I died writing that song
  Start to finish, with you looking on
  It stays between us, Steinway, and his sons
  Cause its the ultracheese
  Perhaps its time that you went for a walk
  Dressed like a fictional character
  From a place they called America in the golden age
  Trust the politics to come along
  When you were just tryna orbit the sun
  When you were just about to be kind to someone
  Because you had the chance
  Ive still got pictures of friends on the wall
  I might look as if Im deep in thought
  But the truth is Im probably not
  If I ever was
  Oh, the dawn wont stop weighing a tonne
  Ive done some things that I shouldnt have done
  But I havent stopped loving you once