Close Friends, Just Me

Two a.m., your story, same old song,
but something in the circle looked wrong,
no little star, no green around,
and I felt my whole heart hit the ground.

You didn't block me,
didn't unfollow,
you just made me ordinary,
and ordinary's hollow.

You took me off your close friends,
and that's how this one ends,
no "we need to talk," no door, no scene,
just a pink little ring where there used to be green.
We were close, we were friends, we were so much more,
now I'm one of six hundred, just like before,
and it's such a small thing, just a tap on a list,
but it's the quietest way to say I won't be missed.

Now I see your stories like everyone else,
the gym, the coffee, the filtered self,
but the real ones, the ones you post at three,
they're for somebody else now. They used to be for me.

You didn't block me,
didn't unfollow,
you just made me ordinary,
and ordinary's hollow.

You took me off your close friends,
and that's how this one ends,
no "we need to talk," no door, no scene,
just a pink little ring where there used to be green.
We were close, we were friends, we were so much more,
now I'm one of six hundred, just like before,
and it's such a small thing, just a tap on a list,
but it's the quietest way to say I won't be missed.

Was I too close? Was I too much?
Or did you need a list to lose touch?
'Cause it takes one tap to let somebody in,
and one tap to make them a stranger again.

You took me off your close friends,
and that's how this one ends,
no "we need to talk," no door, no scene,
just a pink little ring where there used to be green.
So tonight I made a list of my own,
and there's only one name on it, mine alone,
'cause if I can't be close to you, I'll be close to me,
and that green little ring is mine now, finally.

Close friends...
just me.