I met you at 12 You were a good ole boy You watched me become a drugged out, alcoholic punk We became best friends anyways Sharing secrets at 3AM over the phone We were a giant ******* to everyone else We didn't stand for these stupid cliques We didn’t care about what our friends thought We remained close, after I moved 1500 miles away, I remember drinking and dancing on the Hood of your mom’s truck While blaring Born In The USA Both of us shouting the words and I can’t remember having ever been as happy. and somewhere along that line falling for each other like only best friends could.