I’ll run for you in rain,

And you’ll call me sane.

I’ll smile a thousand  thoughts,

I’ll  drink as many shots.

I’ll take care of your hangovers,

I’ll not mind your party sleepovers.

I’ll forgive and forget that one time,

I’ll blame the tequila and lime.

I sang, but broke my voice,

I lay on broken records,

but I had no choice.