We never used to shift positions like this. We didn't have to talk, because we weren't afraid of silence. But now we have grown up; our hands no longer work (or fit together like they did). The narrative has broken down into incoherency. I probably should be used to friends growing out of me. But since I am not, I bound up all your letters, tied them up, and gave them back: a gift from me to you. There is no reason to point fingers because it will n ot change a thing. So goodbye, goodbye my friend. Lets not forget a thing. Goodbye. Goodbye. I will remember everything. Goodbye, goodbye.