Ahh best friends, great aren't they?
The people you can't go a day without knowing they're there,
The people you know you can rely on,
The trust between you so strong nothing could rip you apart,

When you've fucked up, they say,
When you've lost, they advise,
When you succeed, with you they celebrate,
When you're down, they comfort,

You gossip with them, have tea and biscuits in the morning,
You could drag them through the forest and climb tall trees,
You watch films and point out the ugliest character to them,
You laugh at stupid jokes and become a silent human-seal,

They could be on the other side of the world and still talk to you often,
They could have a packed schedule and arrange time for you,

Your metaphorically adopted family,
Your "lover", your partner in all the worst of crimes,
With you both together you conquer the world,
Walking the streets you "own", talking about how you will fix the mess,

The affectionate nicknames you call one another,
Your best friend is your everything,
Your nerd, your twat, your idiot, your chicken head,
With all that you've been through, your friendship won't end... you know that for sure,

Besties have seen you at your worst, and grinned proudly with you at your best,
You've probably cried with them over something silly,
Who knows, and who cares?
Not you, not me, not them...

So who? Everyone who's envious of you and your best friend...

The person you go to text first isn't your sister, your brother, or even your mother...
You know who, your best friend,
It's an auto-response to any feeling you get,
The excitement or anger you feel you want to share with them,