You said you always had my back, Oh but how were we to know… All this bad blood here, won’t you let it dry? It’s been cold for years, won’t you let it lie?… As the friendship goes resentment grows, We will walk our different ways… But those are the days that bind us together, forever, And those little things define us forever, forever…
I’ve been questioning what exactly friendship is a lot recently and this song by Bastille called Bad Blood describes my thoughts precisely.