There’s a blank space in this photograph
i don’t remember what made me laugh
i’m not happy, though i seem to be
where your face should have been
only whispering wind

*i don’t care anymore
if you say it’s the end
i’ll still be your best friend
i don’t care if you’re cruel
i don’t care if you’re dead
i’ll still be your best friend*

so don’t cry, rainy eyes, i’ll carry on
when all the honest people are gone
but you gave up so easy
on the noise that we made
something gold that could stay

repeat*
i don’t care if your gun has
a bullet for me--i really mean it, you
still need a best friend

repeat first couplet

i don’t care anymore
if you say it’s the end
i’ll still be your best friend
i don’t care if you
flake out all over again
i’ll still be your best friend
i don’t care if your gun has
a bullet for me--I really mean it, you
still need a best friend...