But please come down from that cloud you're sitting on

I don't expect you to admit that you were wrong

I just want to know how you've been

It don't make me feel bad that we're still friends

Mulling it all over in my head

I hope that you see through your picket

I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence

To make amends

And still be friends, still be my friend

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Mr. Pitiful - Matt Costa