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