We all have a friend
Who drives us round the bend,
But when they’re gone it’s worse.
You lose their smiles
And them getting you riled
It’s like you’ve become cursed.
It doesn’t matter, how hard you try
The smiles you make don’t cut it
They tickle with words
And you become birds
Just flying on laughter together.
So volver my friend,
Or perhaps I’ll have to
Just pay you a visit
’cause your face is funny
And your words are silly
And time zones are not exquisite.