Really good friends,
or maybe something more,
it's hard to tell if you're walking through the door,
somedays I like you, yes it's true,
somedays I need you to pick me up when I'm feeling blue,
but other days it's different,
I push away from you.

Really good friends
or maybe something more,
it's my turn to walk through the wide open door,
one step forward is two steps back,
at the other end there's something that I lack,
the butterflies deep inside,
when I hold your hand they fly away to hide,
there's no magic,
it's just an old movie playing over and over and the ending is tragic,
help me to see,
together what we could be,
I love you,
I hate you,
let the butterflies fly free.

Really good friends,
or maybe something more,
I'm scared it's true,
of what our love could do,
do I say yes or no?
pay the ticket for the show?
there's no refund this time,
do I let you go?
I'm confused,
I feel used,
and I'm not amused,
If I say yes, I'd love you less,
but if I say no, you'd hate me so.

Really good friends,
or maybe something more,
no matter what I do I can't win,
I don't love you,
You're perfect for me,
in almost every way,
but if it was meant to be,
it wouldn't be so hard to choose what to say.

Really good friends,
or maybe something more,
everyday I give you false hope,
when I step through the door,
so here's the truth,
I'll say it one time,
we're just really good friends,
that both want something more,
but know in our hearts,
if we gave in,
our love would be,
        no more.