You aren't the luxury of a seven star hotel You aren't the fun of a pub or disco But you are the comfort of my old childhood house You are the one i call home
You aren't the perfection of a well fitted suit You aren't the glamour of a short dress But you are that blue grandma's sweater Which keeps me warm when the nights are cold
You aren' the playfullness of sneakers Neither you are the beauty of high heels But you are those old shabby flipflops Whose flat sole keeps me closer to the floor
You aren't the cool friend i party with You aren't that hot colleague in the office But you are the the only one i talk to Whenever this whole world makes me feel alone
You aren't that lipstick which makes me look bold You aren't the lip gloss which allures everyone But you are the lip balm i use every night To heal the cracks of life,my love
You aren't the passionate kisses of love You aren't the make out sessions at night But you are the one whose arms i run to When all the pleasure of love is gone
You aren't my highschool or college boyfriend You aren't the love of my life But you are the one who matters the most While the stupid world calls it friend zone