My Old English Friend Poem by Matt Mercer

I imagined myself going mentally insane,
just the other day
Looking back, I must have taken it too seriously,
then parted way
It wasn't to get back at you,
I used to say
But at least by then,
the pain was far away
I used to imagine this was so.
hoping it was true
Hoping you weren't here, stuck to me,
like the thickest glue

Then I thought about you in my car,
just the other day
My mother warned me every time,
to stay far away
I closed my eyes, just to shut you out
You've adjusted your ways
becoming this cynical no doubt
It's the most peculiar feeling,
yet not unknown
It shows how far you're lost
and how far I've come

I thought about letting you know
That I'm alive and perfectly well
Now you understand the true story,
about how this paradise soon became hell
Every tiny brain cell, welcomes back the party
It's one to forget,
but one to remember,
that I used to love you
back in November