Friendly excursion
into a best friend free zone
No Rachel or Monica
No Perks, Central or not
It says that we're buddies
How can it lie
Machines have no BS detector
They have no reality reflector
A note here and there
A thumbs up out of the abyss
Doesn't warrant the jubilation
That comes from spit or blood
I remember a time
When the train it was a-comin'
Crossing the guard rails of faith
Chugging to the heart of hope
Now the station is empty
Bare of the memories you try to evoke
No flash of Phoebe and the Smelly Cat
No Ross and his constant pining
There is only the ghost
The radioactive imprint
From a body long since disintegrated
A friendship that is no longer there
Except as a scarred reminiscence
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