and as soon as she was here
She was gone,
My heart appeared, made a special
comeback

For a second,

For a moment.

Well, you son of a bitch,
Your grip has loosened.
You used to be so much stronger but
The
Distance has been wearing.

She was here and then she wasn't,
Simple, predictable pattern.

They were there now they aren't, who ever they are.

Truth is,

Friends are rarely friends,

Lovers rarely love.

The best thing to do is become conditioned to the elements.
Don't let that son of a bitch jerk you around in there,
Lock him out
And give those 'friends' and 'lovers' the key

Just to make sure he never gets back in.