Everyday make a fine loaf of bread, and after work just before sunset you hang down to the city park; there you're alone with the burbs in the dark. And I've seen other people do that too, but they're older than your twenty-two; they lost hope and soon they'll be gone, they'll just vanish with the setting sun. But I know, yes I know, they're flying within you again, but I won't let them get you, 'cause you're my only friend. You're my only friend.

When I said I wanted to be your dog, I wasn't coming on to you, I just wanted to lick your face; lick those raindrops from the rainy days. You can take me for a walk in the park, I'll be chasing every single lark, I'll be burying all the skeleton bones, peeing on every cold black stone. But I know, yes I know, they're flying within you again, but I won't let them eat you 'cause you're my only friend. My friend; my only friend. You're my friend...

a certain romance.-

I've found myself having inner ramblings on my friends' defects more than once. It never made me proud, but it's true. Only recently have I realised, taking so much notice in their flaws is part of my twisted way of loving them. The thing is, I don't love them because they're perfect, because they're beautiful, or because they're what I'd expect or want. I just love them.

Friendship is not at all different from romantic love. As a matter of fact, it is amazingly similar. Someone recently told me you can be in love with your friends. I don't think there could be many things more beautiful than that.