My friends.
We don't hang no more.
We celebrate, we go out.
But we don't hang.
Not anymore.
We do things—
Specific things.
I come to your housewarming.
You help me fix lights.
When it ends,
You go home.
I stay here.
Because we don't hang.
You might get me to come camping.
I might trick you to linger after lunch.
But lingering isn't hanging.
It's only a linger
If there's somewhere else to be.
What age do you need
An excuse to hang out?
The adults.
They say you can't grow up
Without knowing how it all rots.
Opposite of television,
They promised I'd lose my friends.
Well it does, but I didn't.
But still we don't hang.
Not like we used to.
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