friends.
It's been a hard day
Drifting in and out of your dreams
And in and out of sleep and
I don't know what to say
When you reminisce about her
Wondering when'll it be my turn?
We walked past the old yellow hospital
You started to cry
You only told me half of the story but I didn't wanna pry
So I carried you home
We left the party two hours ago
Our friends are texting "How's it going?"
I reply that we're alright
And we're not at the same time
I know that I'm weak
Can I satisfy your saviour complex?
Leave me wanting more and more and
I don't know how to say
With brevity exactly how I feel
Been wondering if this was real but
Wanting is enough for me
But we postponed the big 'what are we' talk
We'll be conversing bout what we could be
In three you said or maybe four months
If I stay over at your place
We'll end up having friendly sex
And I won't tell you how I feel
And we'll go back to being friends again
What if this is all a simulation?
What if you like the girls you text on Instagram more than me?
And you always say that I look pretty but what if that's it?
What if that's all that I can be?
And we'll never learn to speak with precision
And we might never be an item
And maybe I'm ok with that
(I'll be ok with that) But for now
I don't know how to say it
So I'll just wish you a Happy Christmas instead
(Ooh friend)
Drifting in and out of your dreams
And in and out of sleep and
I don't know what to say
When you reminisce about her
Wondering when'll it be my turn?
We walked past the old yellow hospital
You started to cry
You only told me half of the story but I didn't wanna pry
So I carried you home
We left the party two hours ago
Our friends are texting "How's it going?"
I reply that we're alright
And we're not at the same time
I know that I'm weak
Can I satisfy your saviour complex?
Leave me wanting more and more and
I don't know how to say
With brevity exactly how I feel
Been wondering if this was real but
Wanting is enough for me
But we postponed the big 'what are we' talk
We'll be conversing bout what we could be
In three you said or maybe four months
If I stay over at your place
We'll end up having friendly sex
And I won't tell you how I feel
And we'll go back to being friends again
What if this is all a simulation?
What if you like the girls you text on Instagram more than me?
And you always say that I look pretty but what if that's it?
What if that's all that I can be?
And we'll never learn to speak with precision
And we might never be an item
And maybe I'm ok with that
(I'll be ok with that) But for now
I don't know how to say it
So I'll just wish you a Happy Christmas instead
(Ooh friend)
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Writer(s): Erica Fitz
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