you are my best friend of 9 years, you are a singer in a band you made and I'm just a painter- yea i know sad job, but I like art. I just go to class and sat down waiting for you. My hands where messy because I was up all night painting..well painting you cause why not and my phone was a mess too because I was trying to find a good picture of you and I got paint all over it..I sighed and just leaned back in my chair..