Texty: Bright Eyes. I'll Be Your Friend.

You said they laid out lots of coke
But you don't know how much you did
Now you don't want me to go home
Because you are afraid you might get sick

Just like the bad news you accept
Just like that boy you're gonna get
It's all those drunken promises
I'll be your friend but you just haven't made me yet

So you come chasing after me
But I'm just barely out the door
Down in the belly of the beast
We waited with the passengers

Just like the train I gotta catch
Just like that song I can't finish
It's the mistake I won't regret
You'll be my friend but I just haven't made you yet
You'll be my friend but I just haven't made you

You talk when you're drunk
Like you're standing in front of a microphone
And each night it repeats
And you fall into me like a domino, oh

And you talk when you're drunk
Like you're writing it up for an article
And you think that I lie, when I tell you goodbye
And I've got to go 'cause I've got to go

But I guess it's a success
We're at our best when you're upset
Oh, I'll be your friend but you just haven't made me yet