Friend

You the kind of friend that if my house was burning down, you'd be hitting the fireman

You are the kind of friend that steals my umbrella, when it's raining to see how fast i can run

You are the kind of friend that laughs when i fall, and then you trip me again

You are the kind of friend that can't baile me out of jail because you're sitting right beside me in the cell.

Most of all, you're the kind of friend that will be with me until our last breath

The kind that will be chasing me around and the nursing home

Trying to hit me with your walking stick when we're old and saggy.

And for that, I thank you.