I told you everything, 5 AM on a nine hour facetime call
We were seventeen, eighteen, two kids looking for someone we could count on
A hundred and twenty-two miles
Just to see you smile
And then make out in a minivan
We didn't know anything
But we wanted everything

Lazy Sunday mornings
Sweet potato fries
Then sometimes you get salty over nothing
And I start petty fights
I guess that it's not always
Rainbows and butterflies
Somehow we both hate and love each other (but wait)
I guess that means we're best friends
I guess that means we're best friends

I told you I'll be there three-six-five and 24/7 on call
We were just two kids, now we've got two kids, going on seven years strong
It's funny how seasons change
And we rearranged
All our plans like furniture
We still don't know anything
But you are my everything

Lazy Sunday mornings
Sweet potato fries
Then sometimes you get salty over nothing
And I start petty fights
I guess that it's not always
Rainbows and butterflies
Somehow we both hate and love each other (but wait)
I guess that means we're best friends
Oh-oh-oh
I guess that means we're best friends
Ooh-ooh-ooh