Matt Spitko

Lyrics

Oh Johnny B, how I miss your company
You're so cynical, but a symphony to me
When we lost touch, and thought, I didn't give you much
Guess I was still kicking off my rust, you see?

Friends will be lost
but a true friend it's hard to pay that cost
I'm still rolling, though I've gathered moss
I know I broke it and I know you can't be bought

Oh my lovely Mae, how'd we think that we could love that way
I told you, ‘til my dying day, we'd be
Young and dumb love, the kind we couldn't get enough of
But you finally had just enough of me

Love will be lost
but a true love, it's hard to pay that cost
Locked up our hearts, and the keys we tossed
I know I broke it and I know you can't be bought

See me again after all this time
But even after all these years you can see it in my eyes

Love will be lost
But a true friend it’s hard to pay that cost
I’m still rolling though I’ve gathered moss
Friends will be lost
But a true love it’s hard to pay that cost
I’m still rolling though I’ve gathered moss
I know I broke it and I know you can’t be bought
I know I broke it and I know you can’t be bought