Friends are Weird.
They are random, sporadic and tell you things
You ACTUALLY need to hear
Best ones; are hard to find
The more supportive than most families type of kind
Special ones aren’t supposed to exist
The feel the same pain you do simultaneously type of special
At your worst they become your crutch and your fix
There’s no crash course on how to get this
No reasonable explanation as to why you deserve this
You’ll never know who you’ll find it in
Jump and get lost in
Struggling to find it
You want the special so bad
You give yourself to everyone
Tell everyone everything you’ve ever had
All the feelings you’ve ever felt
Or just about how pissed you are
About why your dad was never a dad
How money and sorry’s could never make up for that
That’s what friends are for
The ones giving you reasons to be alive
Helping you replace last week when all you did was cry
You know what they hate and how their brain operates
What food tastes great and not to be disappointed when they’re late
Because you know being on time isn’t one of their things.
Yeah, Dakota and Devon. I’m talking to you.
Lizz, I miss you too.
I know she hates eating cereal with milk.
It’s fucking strange but it’s her thing.
Everyone has them. I have like 342.
Friends are great but only if they’re a little weird
You better remember all the weird or else
The days will pass and you won’t have anything great left.