No Thanks

There's a place I think of often,
 when we're still twenty-three in Boston... you're still here
 My heart was soaring and awkward, too distant or too forward
 In constant soft focus, and I'm a little bit jealous
 Now there's an awful club. A fear of phone calls I know you knew well
 Eight years between you two. More life to throw back at you
 Learn to build a wall till it slips. You know I've thought about it
 We should really hang out more. Send me that tape you made
 See you on the West Coast next time
 Sending my love again. Would it have changed your mind?
 Shouldn't have to rely on so much of my memory
 Too many friends are slow faded out of me
 Feel like I wanna disappear. I'm so glad you're here
 Shouldn't have to rely so much of my memory
 Too many friends are slow faded out of me
 Can't say that I don't understand
 No thanks, you don't get to come back