The Rules

You were my best friend and you were the best, man
When we made friends back in middle school
It kind of felt like I was cool
Why else would you talk to me?
We were the exception and not the rule

We had our teenage crushes and we dealt with being jealous
Left boxes bags and closets full at each others' houses
Made fun of our sisters
We were the exception and not the rule

You were my best friend and you were the best, man
We lowered our bodies into shopping carts
And propelled ourselves through the empty lot
Ditched when we saw the guards because
The rules always applied to someone else

We spent that year in yards and malls
Shooting rotten sweet vodka in that crisp fall
Turned out that our rebellion
Was just like everybody else's was
Oh well
The rules always applied to someone else

You were my best friend and you were the best, man
They told us what to do and we never listened
Tried to build a puzzle with the missing pieces
We were surprised to find out they were right
It turned out everybody was like ourselves