Told me about this book you like
That shares its title with a song by The Smiths
I really like it too, but didn't tell as to not kiss up to you
God, it was so hard to resist
Together went to see some films
French New Wave double-bill, Godard and Truffaut
You said you liked them both
I said maybe but nothing beats The 400 Blows
I'm so glad you exist
Even if we'll only ever just be friends
Sat out on my porch and talked
Of confusion and lust and rock
Passing flavored tobacco
Born at the wrong time
1950 and we'd have been alive
When our favorite shit happened
Drugs and sex made manifest
In song but for us all that's left is
Vinyl and old men
Down on the street where the faces shine
Iggy Pop, man, blows my mind
How the hell's he still alive?
It's nice when you've got nothing to prove
Just talk and drink and watch pictures move
'Til early in the morning
I swear I'll never make a move
That is, unless you want me to
So feel free call me up at one A.M.
When you get scared
I'm so glad you exist
Even if we'll only ever just be friends