This May Hurt (A Little)

Josy was a near, dear friend of mine
She lived around the corner, across the street and through the parking lot
We’d sit and take a sip once in a while
With nowhere much to walk in town, we’d often sit and talk about her life
When Josy was a near, dear friend of mine
Cross-legged in the kitchen, then we’d giggle, cry, and rub our eyes
Seemed oblivious to us, the two who’d shine
With nothing pledged between us, then we’ve carried on and gone about our lives
This may hurt a little
This may hurt a little
This may hurt a little
When Josy hadn’t answered in a while
I’d wonder what’ll happen to the girl, it’s gone, it’s understood
The bits of revelation I’ve compiled
She’s broken all the secrets we’d made and packaged neatly in our minds
This may hurt a little
This may hurt a little
This may hurt a little
I don’t miss much of Josy
Much of the time
Though I know she’s feeling helpless most of the time
These days she may wonder what I’d done
I don’t miss much of Josy or what she’s become
This may hurt a little
Uh-huh
This may hurt a little
Uh-huh