At six I let my best friend tie my shoes
On the playground because he was proud
He knew the trick to tying a shoe
And mine would wind up always needing tying.
At six I knew I should have known the trick.
Everyone else had it sewn up. I made my best friend do it
Because he was proud. He never called me out or turned me in,
And later that year he taught me how.
I learned the trick to tying a shoe from my best friend.
I don't remember teaching him anything useful.
He never called me out or turned me in,
But he called me his best friend.
After all these years I've remembered all the best friends,
But somewhere I forgot the trick to asking for help.