I Miss My Friend (a demo)

What if?

That’s how a lot of songs get written. Asking the what-if question about this or that situation.  You don’t always have to write from strictly personal experience.  You can imagine, and in this case: What would happen if you married your best friend?

You hear some people say they married their best friend.  I’m never sure if that just means they became “best friends” after they were married, or if they really were friends who then fell in love.

Marrying your best friend is not the same as teenage puppy love maturing into a long-lasting marriage. It’s certainly not an impulsive, first-sight love. Rather it implies the couple knew each other as friends and then somehow over time fell in love.

Seems to be at odds with the chemical reaction that is so acutely associated with falling in love. I guess two brains could have a delayed reaction. About each other.  At the same time.  

Anyway, this is a a tongue-in-check blues riff on what happened to the singer when he married his friend.

 

The above is just me and my guitar.

I Miss My Friend

you were my friend before you were my lover
and I love you baby now more than ever
but I sometimes I do declare
yeah sometimes baby, I miss my friend.

you love me just like there’s no more tomorrow
and lord knows it can be a talent show
so this might not seem fair
but sometimes baby I miss my friend.

you were my friend before you were my lover
and I love you baby now more than ever
so it might seem like I’m splitting hairs
but sometimes baby I can’t help but miss my friend

everyone says I met my match
and I don’t know how lucky I am
they say you saved me from a fate worse than death
but be that as it may, sometimes I miss my friend

 

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1 comment for “I Miss My Friend (a demo)

  1. judi
    April 19, 2016 at 7:28 pm

    it’s catchy and a toe tapper

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