after all this time
i guess i have to take notice
that he is a constant
he is always a constant
though we ebb and flow
in the end
he is always right back
in my corner
waiting to be my rock
in the best way he knows how
and though he may not
always know what to do
or what to say
he's always there to say
"i know, i know,"
even when neither of us do
and he's always the last to
tell me im crazy
even when im always wrong
so i guess the world will burn around us
and the relationships we watched
form with us fall to the ground
we remain a constant
we remain a constant