A busted lip and tears, your nightly regimen
I helped you up those stairs, now I'm a gentleman
I can't recall the last time you reached out to me
But I guess that now I'm legally
Allowed to be your friend
I'm more than just a way
For you to feel okay
You hang me up to dry
Your dirty laundry on the line
I'm more than just a ride
I want you in my life
But not the way I seen you almost every night this week
But I'm just glad that we both made it home