It's cool, we can still be friends...

Flatmate was my drinking companion last night. It was nice and relaxed, as we eased ourselves through the fancy Ales on offer. We didn't talk about us, or the potential of us - there is no point at the moment. At the end of the night, he handed me a home burnt CD, and mumbled, "Err... this is for you."

I played it today, expecting a compilation - we've made compilations for each other before, as friends... It wasn't; it was a song by him for me...

You sit outside, it's a sunny day,
But you're tired inside 'cause there's bills to pay,
You'd like to change your point of view
And I'm just sitting around and waiting for you.

So if you still walk by his side,
then why're you burning photo's in your mind?
Yeah if you still walk by his side,
then why're you burning photo's in your mind?

You need a calm forgiving friend,
You need some one until the end
So lift your eyes and look at me
But I'm too close for you to see

You'll throw it right back at me,
You know you can.
So throw it right back at me
'Cause I know you can...

It continues. Okay, it's not Dylan, but it has a really lovely tune and his voice is very pure (whilst remaining manly), with a yearning edge... The simplicity of the lyrics add to the feeling it's a very earnest and naive song, which is, well, lovely...

It might be quite difficult not to go out with him.

I turned on my replacement phone (insurance is an amazing thing, but customer service help! help! desks not so much) to find the unread message from the Doctor.

"It's cool, we can still be friends..."

This refers to a Bright Eyes song, rather than being a genuine statement of acceptance. The song is an increasingly drunken sounding, bitter rant, by a recently dumped guy, as he lists the occasions when it won't be cool, that they are still friends...

It starts...

So you still kiss me, but just on the cheek...

It ends...

I guess your kind of truth, darling , is just the ghost of your lies
I see through them all the time
So i'm pouring some whisky, I'm gonna get so really fucking drunk... so fucked up... That I pass out and forget your face by the time I wake up...

Well, erm, thanks...