Look back and laugh

I want to tell you a little story 'Cause it makes me warm inside It's about some friends growing up And all the things they tried I'm not talking about staple shit They went for something more I guess it was too much dreaming Too much to hope for One day something funny happened But it scared the shit out of me Their heads went in different directions And their friendship ceased to be I'm telling you I want it to work I dont' like being hurt Something's not right inside And I can't always put it aside What can we do, what can we do? Try I guess I make too much shit Someday we'll look back and laugh Mr. Present, go away Come back and fuck with us some other day Mr. Feelings, run and hide You have no right to what you feel inside Motherfuckers, quick to kiss Talk your shit, but don't fuck with this All I want to know is Am I holding on? Am I moving on? What can we do, what can we do? Try