(Former) Friends

I've forgotten the people I once called friends 

As I search for more means to tie up ends 

In the busy hustle and bustle of city life 

I barely have time to give to my wife 

Things got lost in the shuffle somewhere along the way 

Even though all of us made our promises to stay 

The monster that this city makes us is what we became 

But it's us, not the city, who is really to blame 

Because we broke the promises that we had made 

And we decided to be cutthroat like the sharp edge of a blade 

It was us who cancelled well-formed plans time and time again 

And it was us who decide to prioritise work over dinner with a friend 

For we could've picked up the phone just that one time 

And we could've bothered to include in our lives those we used to call our partners in crime 

But alas, all of this is just talk and we all know we won't change a thing 

But as I sit down with a drink at night, it's my old friends that I keep missing