Here’s to the nights when I didn’t know left from right.
And you were there showing me, not telling me.
Here’s to the nights that went on into early in the morning
And yet we were still pouring vodka into plastic cups.
Here’s to the phone calls that you took, Even if they
were at 4am. Here’s to the nights were we took
long walks around just to talk And never got
tired of walking. Here’s to the nights when even
if I was doing something wrong With someone I
wasn’t suppose to be with, you were still there defending me.
Here’s to the nights when I knew you were still gonna be there
in the morning, hung over and laughing about
the nights memories. Here’s to being my best friend.
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