Little Song

We used to be the best of friends
But even our favorite stories have to
Have a beginning that unravels at the end
So I just wanted to say

I miss you

I and IV, small iii, big V
There'd be no simpler way to play it if I tried
It's all a matter of arithmetic and rhyme
I hope it reaches you in time

I never wanted you to be anything else
I never asked you to be someone else
I only wanted you to be here

We used to be the best of friends,
And I don't think our favorite story has to end
So when you hear this little song just know I'm thinking of you
And you can think of me too