My 2 Dalers

We always walk through hell together
And we are there for each other whenever

We realize that we drink too much
And being normal... there is no such

We get way too muddy way too quick
We're so crazy, it'll make you sick

I wake up every morning with a smile on my face
Looking at a picture I'm so happy to embrace

It's the 3 of us, happy as can be
Where I'm with the best, and I'm being me

Through everything that's happened in my life
You two were there at the end of the night

Through all of the sleepless nights
To hanging out under street lights

Sneaking out and to having a little fun
Seeing flashing lights and deciding to run

Midnight calls when life gets too tough
Arguments that sometimes get real rough

Back porches where conversations were made
The old road were burnt rubber was laid

Shoulders that are soaking wet
From crying after nights i want to forget

Rising tempers when we won't stop annoying another
Loud laughter after bugging the hell out of each other

A friendship between 3 great friends
That has started and never ends

It's the dale tradition that we grow old
Never in our life will we grow cold

If there's one thing that I'm thankful for
Are my 2 dalers... i couldn't ask for more!