The Best Friend I Ever Had Songtext
von The Smith Street Band

It was one of those days when everything was kind of damp
Spent my afternoon being chaperoned from middle man to middle man
When all you get′s a fool's gold flash in the pan
And the line you paid for forty bucks for tastes of
Bleach and stale of contraband

And the girl I loved now more than I ever had
Woke up, coming down in the arms of a real man
Surrounded by the overpowering odour of
Shared house, bleach and a lack of contraband

So I tried to understand

But I was dying for a cigarette like I didn′t know they'd kill me
Listening to records in your bedroom named after great American cities
And we got busted in the suburbs by the short
And overpowering blonde girl


And your mum's boyfriend called me trash
But that′s okay ′cause you don't call him dad
You just call him when you want some cash
Or to make somebody feel bad
You were still the best that I ever had
You were still the best that I ever had

On the V-line bus back to the motherland
From our own slice or paradise on the water and sand
Fucking on the beach while the sun rose
And the cold salt water washed dried blood from my nose

And we hassled kids so much to come to our shows
But most of them said: "Look, son, we never really wanted to go"
They said: "Singer-songwriters bore the hell out of me"
And I said: "I′m not a singer-songwriter and I never fucking will be"

And I was dying for a cigarette like I didn't know they′d kill me
Listening to records in your bedroom named after great American cities
And we got busted in the suburbs by the short
And overpowering blonde girl

And your mum's boyfriend called me trash
But that′s okay 'cause you don't call him dad
You just call him when you want some cash
Or to make somebody feel bad
You were still the best that I ever had
You were still the best but it took


Eighteen months, two houses, three life partners
A dog, a needle and a stolen guitar
And countless IOUs
Yeah, countless IOUs

And it took eighteen months, two houses, three life partners
A dog, a needle and a stolen guitar
And countless IOUs
Yeah, countless IOUs

And it took eighteen months, two houses, three life partners
A dog, a needle and a stolen guitar
And countless IOUs
For me to say: "I′m sorry, I′m just really far away"

"I'm really far away"

And I was dying for a cigarette like I didn′t know they'd kill me
Listening to records in your bedroom named after great American cities
And we got busted in the suburbs by the short
And overpowering blonde girl

And your mum′s boyfriend called me trash
But that's okay ′cause you don't call him dad
You just call him when you want some cash
Or to make somebody feel bad
You were still the best that I ever had
You were still the best that I ever had