I would try to wish you well,
but right now it seems to swell..
It seems to utter to be fine.
If I could just let you resign
from my thoughts well, from my mind.

I guess I'm not to found of telling you
all the stories I've been through

But if I did I'd be amazed
if you kept them all boxed up,
like the ginny in the bottle,
I guess I want to tell you what..

But I would never be to fine
to tell you about our time
to tell you
I was okay, before your time
but now our friendship seem to sink,
down on the bottom ..
of my pens ink..

well that was funny, wasn't it.
but now I try to tell you this..


you..
were a friend I asked for long,
you were a friend I tried to do no harm

But now I see that it is you, who rubs the ginny back into
our little honeymoon is through..
I guess we will never see this through..


And I could only wish you well.
But now is not the time to dwell..
I wish you all the well, but we will never be to swell.