Let me know when you lose the air to save your breath.

It's not really that we don't get along, more that we don't agree on much. He wants to sit in the shade, I want to sit with the moon. You know, the kind of things that shouldn't really matter, but just make you wonder how you ever agreed long enough to establish a friendship. He never finds something to look for and I never find what I'm looking for - you'd think that somehow we'd help each other, balance each other other out enough to make some form of progress in our lives. But we were always the kind of friends that would sit side-by-side, not saying a word.

When he closes his eyes, I know that we're safe.