When we were young
There was nothing we wouldn't try for fun
Little boys playing war with toy guns
That got taken away by our mums.
Your mom took away my Super Soaker
Which I still lack, though my life's almost over
And I think she was the well-meaning Lucifer
Who first introduced you to the word "never"
After that something changed in you
It wasn't just that you developed an obsession for "Clue"
Whenever I tried anything new
Somehow you were always telling me what I couldn't do
"You'll never ski to this hill's end"
"You'll never be able to see other cars around this bend"
"If you don't take martial arts, for your life, you'll be unable to fend"
"No matter what happens, we'll never stop being friends"
More often than not, your words were supposed to cheer me up
But sometimes, as when I had trouble with that horse's stirrup
Your preaching simply made me want to give up
Your words, bitter with good intentions, was like cough syrup
The one saying I always held true
Was that we'd forever be friends, thick and through
Though we drifted apart I could expect Prue
To relay stories of your latest exploits in Timbuktu
Tell me why you had to ruin things
When I married Nancy, and you lost the ring
You said "You'll never blame me for this happening"
You even left the wedding without hearing your god-daughter sing
You thought if you could avoid me
I wouldn't say the words "Where was it last seen?"
You thought if a silence developed between
I would simply forget the whole scene
Never say never again
Your "You'll never blame me" feign
Overrode "We'll never stop being friends"
The most recent thing to be said transcends