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Geraldine Quinn – Best Of Friends lyrics
Was I sick on your couch?
I can't quite remember, didn't mean to offend you
At least I'm not as bad as last week
That is, according to rumour
And the list of folk whom I appalled
You don't ask what's the matter with me
Or why I don't stop crying
You just get the wine
And in addition to every faux pas
And emotional scar
I forgot to ask you how you are

But that's what friends are for
To gather what's left of me off the floor
And to get me to my front door
So many regrets and times I forget about you
And you're still here

But I've never been, not ever been
I've never been the best of friends
I've never been the best of friends

I smoked all your fags
When I said I was quitting, I meant I quit buying
My phone bill's enormous from calling to bore you
With the latest adventure or potential romantic disaster
I've never remembered your birthday
And then I abuse you when you fail to turn up to my gigs
It doesn't mean I don't love you to bits
And it's not a sexual thing
Though I might try it on when I'm pissed

But that's why friends exist
To put up with shit to a daily degree
When a lesser man would hate me
So many parades I've managed to rain on
Christ knows why you're still here

'Cos it buggers me, you fail to see
I've never been the best of friends
I've never been the best of friends

Gushing about you to third-party crowds
In a drinking location is small consolation
Nor never recalling to call just to say
How I adore the way
You let me get away with blue murder
A saint would have had it by now
Erased me from their mobile,
Moved house, changed their number and name
I'd give you the world
If for only one minute I'd remember
That it didn't revolve around me

How the hell can you be
When it takes me five verses to say what I feel
There's something in my eye
It might be my hair, but it's probably my pride
Please do me honour of saying you ought to
Forgive me for driving you right round the bend
Being your friend
Your emotional friend
Your so bloody difficult friend

Lucky for me that we're friends
Sorry for you that we're friends
Oh God I still hope that we're friends
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Was I sick on your couch? I can't quite remember, didn't mean to offend you At least I'm not as bad as last week That is, according to rumour And the list of folk whom I appalled You don't ask what's the matter with me Or why I don't stop crying You just get the wine And in addition to every faux pas And emotional scar I forgot to ask you how you are But that's what friends are for To gather what's left of me off the floor And to get me to my front door So many regrets and times I forget about you And you're still here But I've never been, not ever been I've never been the best of friends I've never been the best of friends I smoked all your fags When I said I was quitting, I meant I quit buying My phone bill's enormous from calling to bore you With the latest adventure or potential romantic disaster I've never remembered your birthday And then I abuse you when you fail to turn up to my gigs It doesn't mean I don't love you to bits And it's not a sexual thing Though I might try it on when I'm pissed But that's why friends exist To put up with shit to a daily degree When a lesser man would hate me So many parades I've managed to rain on Christ knows why you're still here 'Cos it buggers me, you fail to see I've never been the best of friends I've never been the best of friends Gushing about you to third-party crowds In a drinking location is small consolation Nor never recalling to call just to say How I adore the way You let me get away with blue murder A saint would have had it by now Erased me from their mobile, Moved house, changed their number and name I'd give you the world If for only one minute I'd remember That it didn't revolve around me How the hell can you be When it takes me five verses to say what I feel There's something in my eye It might be my hair, but it's probably my pride Please do me honour of saying you ought to Forgive me for driving you right round the bend Being your friend Your emotional friend Your so bloody difficult friend Lucky for me that we're friends Sorry for you that we're friends Oh God I still hope that we're friends Explain Request ×



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