New friends like new drugs don’t come around often now,
and my ADD needs constant appeasement. I like you.
And old friends are still there, I get through my life.
But new friends cause new highs. Come on, let’s go.

—My new friend best friend (don’t care)—
He holds the door open for me, Why? I don’t know.
The world still spins,
and (I guess) I have a new friend. He’s nice.
He says things differently than my old friends
and it is all new to me …

His high will slowly, surely, begin to fade.
But what am I to do?

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New friends like new drugs don’t come around …