Platonic
Bruised my pride this week
My platonic friend wouldn't kiss me
Pressed knee to thigh, no he didn't even try
Booked a cab and waited with me
Is there anything worse than being treated like a person
When it had finally sunk in, you don't deserve it
I do this time and time again
Convince every friend that I'm in love with them
I let them take what they need and then I cry myself to sleep
That's what it means to be a friend
Value's a losing battle most days
If I don't offer him something, why would he stay
I don't wanna kiss you, I just know the role that I play
And I have come to learn that men respond better that way
Every stranger takes a little piece of me
Now there's less of me to keep
Luckily I'm better in small doses
Lenses filled with roses, softer sight to see
Why do I give it up so easily
Or at least that's how it seems
Why do I keep trying when I know I'm most inviting when I'm begging on my knees
I'm filled with shame, every story ends the same
Yet I never see it coming
If I wasn't so liberal with love
If I learned that sometimes giving just a little is enough
Then maybe I'd be left with something
Is there anything worse than exhausting all your perfect
So there's none left for the someone who deserves it
They can try to work with some dumb, dulled-down, condensed version
But there's not much they can do with half a person
Every stranger takes a little piece of me
Now there's less of me to keep
Luckily I'm better in small doses
Lenses filled with roses, softer sight to see
Why do I give it up so easily
Or at least that's how it seems
Why do I keep trying when I know I'm most inviting when I'm begging on my knees
I could try to rewire my mind to believe that you're just trying to be a friend
Could you blame me for assuming I'm in danger when you go to take my hand
I thank you sweetly for your kindness
But find me asking myself why
I don't know how to define this
When you're not trying to cross a line
Cause there's still a piece of me
That's expecting you to leave
I guess part of me supposes you've had all you can cope with
And I'd get it, honestly
But you don't give up that easily
And it's kind of a relief
Never thought I'd find this guiltless kind of kindness
Platonic love is sweet
My platonic friend wouldn't kiss me
Pressed knee to thigh, no he didn't even try
Booked a cab and waited with me
Is there anything worse than being treated like a person
When it had finally sunk in, you don't deserve it
I do this time and time again
Convince every friend that I'm in love with them
I let them take what they need and then I cry myself to sleep
That's what it means to be a friend
Value's a losing battle most days
If I don't offer him something, why would he stay
I don't wanna kiss you, I just know the role that I play
And I have come to learn that men respond better that way
Every stranger takes a little piece of me
Now there's less of me to keep
Luckily I'm better in small doses
Lenses filled with roses, softer sight to see
Why do I give it up so easily
Or at least that's how it seems
Why do I keep trying when I know I'm most inviting when I'm begging on my knees
I'm filled with shame, every story ends the same
Yet I never see it coming
If I wasn't so liberal with love
If I learned that sometimes giving just a little is enough
Then maybe I'd be left with something
Is there anything worse than exhausting all your perfect
So there's none left for the someone who deserves it
They can try to work with some dumb, dulled-down, condensed version
But there's not much they can do with half a person
Every stranger takes a little piece of me
Now there's less of me to keep
Luckily I'm better in small doses
Lenses filled with roses, softer sight to see
Why do I give it up so easily
Or at least that's how it seems
Why do I keep trying when I know I'm most inviting when I'm begging on my knees
I could try to rewire my mind to believe that you're just trying to be a friend
Could you blame me for assuming I'm in danger when you go to take my hand
I thank you sweetly for your kindness
But find me asking myself why
I don't know how to define this
When you're not trying to cross a line
Cause there's still a piece of me
That's expecting you to leave
I guess part of me supposes you've had all you can cope with
And I'd get it, honestly
But you don't give up that easily
And it's kind of a relief
Never thought I'd find this guiltless kind of kindness
Platonic love is sweet
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Writer(s): Mathilda Mae
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