About Sophie

and despite the bad moods, she won't go away.
She's as stubborn as winter and as kind as the sun,
and she won't freeze or burn anyone.
On most days she drives me home, out of her way,
and when I say "Drive safe" I mean it, today.

'Cause I'm a tough luck friend.
I reckon she'll stay with me til the end,
and it means more than I pretend.

Her car's like a sauna made mostly of smoke,
and it glides back to hers most late nights like a ghost,
and nothing is said unless it needs to be.
I'll watch a movie, she'll fall asleep.
She's one of those who when you're talking, you'll see:
She's really listening to someone like me.
Why would she listen to someone like me?

'Cause I'm a tough shit friend.
I reckon she'll stay with me 'til the end,
and it means more than I pretend.

And I know I'm awful, I can't even cry.
It's about time I told her, and looked in her eyes:
"You're my best friend, I'll love you 'til one of us dies.
You're my best friend, I'll love you 'til one of us dies.
You're my best friend, I'll love you 'til one of us dies."