I finally saw you For the first time In two f**ing years And i told you i was fine. You told me you had made it through the roughest patch And you tried to make some jokes And you asked about my life And you shook and drank a beer And I held back the f**ing tears. I felt no love, just pity for what you had become. What a tragic life we've built. What a tragic life we've built. ("Bad things happen you said when I walked you to the porch, and faced you through the frigid boston night. You hugged me as I stood and told me I was a good boy. Bad things happen I whispered back and I said I was doing fine. I said i was doing fine") I said i was doing fine I said i was doing fine And i walked away And it was so cold That the tears froze on my face. I'm not fine.