My best friend? What a cheesy thing to say.

Title: “Best Friend (Late Night Version)” (Intro - Male voice, deep and slow, almost whispered, like a late-night thought. The beat is distant, just a deep bass pulse.) “My best friend? What a cheesy thing to say.” (Soft, knowing laughter from a female voice, teasing but intimate.) “Shut up.” (Verse 1 - Voice low, smooth, slow-paced, like he’s reminiscing but trying not to care. The beat is deep, bass-heavy, with slow hi-hats and atmospheric synths.) We got lost… in a final sentence. Storms of yesterday still hum in my head. I remember that desk, your eyes, my hands, your heavy head, my gaze at the glass. Chalkboard screechin’, time movin’ slow. Breathin’ in echoes of lessons we wrote. You were mad… I was too quiet. Stuck in my head… you stayed defiant. (Pre-Chorus - Voice gaining intensity, still smooth but heavier, almost like he’s letting the pain slip through. The beat thickens, subtle reverbs in the background.) You were fire, I was stone. Silent steps up stairs alone. Divorce papers, empty homes… but you were light when I had none. (Chorus - Deep, serious, sensual but heavy, like a slow, hypnotic confession. Beat hits fuller, melody lingers. Some words are dragged out, letting the weight sink in.) Even though we’re over, I still feel you in my skin. Memories that weigh on me, but I won’t give in. I hold myself the way you taught me, me who never liked touch… you who held me when I lost it, never let me break too much. Even though we’re over, I still hear you call my name. On the stairs to your apartment, me too cold, you too brave. You’d just smile… say “Yeah, let’s go,” no delay. (Break - Beat fades slightly, the voice is quieter, more broken, just a distant synth pulsing like a memory.) And then you slammed the door… no reason. No reason. No reason. (voice fading out, repeating like an echo) (Outro - Voice softer, like a whisper against the beat. The track slows down, fading into distant echoes, like the night swallowing a memory.) Maybe time will pull us under… but it won’t erase the truth. Footsteps still… on the stairs where I lost you. You made me believe in something… something real. I never thought I’d be the type… but I was—your best friend.