Thursday, May 31, 2012

What you got to do

When my best friend freaked out
One day over something I did
And put a gun to my head
I didn’t hate him.
Sometimes you got to do
What you got to do
And had he done to me
What I did to him,
I’d have pulled a gun out, too.
I didn’t stop liking the guy.
I didn’t think any less of him
For what he did.
But I spent a long, long time
Convincing him why
Pulling the trigger
Was a bad idea
After that,
It was easy to be his friend again
We had an agreement
I didn’t shoot my mouth off
And he didn’t shoot me in the head

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