That Winter Of '95

That Winter Of '95
do you remember when we
used to talk on the phone for hours,
or just kill time by
counting stars before we went to sleep?
do you still think i'm funny?
do you...still think i am?
well, at least to one of us.
sometimes i get a little out of hand.
i've made so many friends, so many plans,
a million people and too much time
that i don't have.
the joke's on you...i don't understand myself