Looking For My Friends

This time let's not bring up my disasters
Or put me on some couch like Sigmund Freud
Your textbooks filled with hypothetical answers
So summarize, she called it null and void

What do you want me to tell you?
What do you want me to say?
I've been cut by the rose again
All the petals have fallen to pieces

Now I'm left with the thorn and the stem
I'm out looking for my friends, looking for my friends

She left the note in the sleeve of my coat, that was not nice --
I called her on the phone, the voice that spoke, it was cold, it was hard as ice

I tried to speak
The connection was weak
'cause I was talking to a machine
She said, "If this is you, we're totally through,"
And that's the last of her I've seen

What do you want me to tell you?
I got the message loud and clear --
Now I can't talk, 'cause talk is cheap
I'm in a no-win situation
There are no words that I could speak that would mend this broken rose
So here I am, on the couch of a friend who submits his observations
He says love just comes and goes...