Every now and then, when I see you at the station with this hanging face.  You stand with a cigarette hanging from your mouth,  and have clothes like a dirty ho.  I try to force you to get straight with your life again.  But still. I really don't care,  cause after all your my very best friend.    Do you understand what you mean to me?  Your like a friend who's playing in the game of life.  And I play the second guest in your life of glamour an pity sides.  We're like a team in a league of reality games.  I've said it once, and I'll say it again.  You're my friend, and you should now...