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 I'm just glad that we both made it home