All of Your Friends

Got a picture of you on my old camera roll
You're wearing my shirt that your next boyfriend stole
Ay-yeah
The stains never dried
Ay-yeah
I'm still wondering why
You floated away like the clouds in July

So call up all of your friends
Tell them that shirts back in style again
Just call up all of your friends
'Cause the stains marks on your sleeve wash away in the end

Your Dad's Velvet record the stories he told
Of the nights on the Bowery where the legends turned old
Fondly he starts to imply
That slowly he's not far behind
Forgets all the names but remembers the lines

So call up all of your friends
Tell them that songs in your head again
Just call up all of your friends
And sing all the words he forgets in the end

The sheets in your bedroom the windows all cold
As you think back to all the tall tales that you told
Your hard working parents with bags in their eyes
Your childhood dog and the blue jays outside
Say-yay as much as I try
That probably you're wondering why
You gave me a call but I never replied

So call up all of your friends
Let them all know you been thinking of them
Just call up all of your friends
Before the time catches up in the end

The water runs slowly you can't drink it all
Your stale leaky faucet the cracks in the wall
The tides turn gently you can't swim at all
You're searching for thoughts but there's one to recall
A short sighted smile a hovering eye
A drive through on Sunday and an order of fries
Two arms touching lightly a bird in the sky
You forget all the names but you remember goodbyes
So call up all of your friends
Just call up all of your friends
Just call up all of your friends
Call up all of your friends