She called me on the phone   Told me to come on over   I hadn't spoken to her in six months   Got in my beat up '71   And drove it up Mountain Street   I cruised the hills around my house   Something I used to do to relax   And to give me time to think   But this time it didn't work   Got to her house five minutes late   But I knew this wasn't a date   What the hell happened?   I hadn't noticed you were alone again   I hadn't noticed you could be my friend   Again   She said that she was sorry   For what she'd done   She hadn't meant to hurt   But she re-opened the wound   That took me six months to heal   And now I hurt again   Please don't bleed for me   I think I've bled enough for myself   Don't you think?