What is it like to be real friends?
Can we do it?
We used to know how but that was before we were face to face
Facing attraction that we can't seem to avoid.
I don't think I can because when my mind daydreams it always comes back to that Wednesday morning
That night we slow danced
And so many others
Is it possible?
Because last night you said you love me like the real kind
(And even though I don't know what that means)
I think I feel the same way
So are we kidding ourselves
Or am i just delusional misreading memories and words you say?
Morphing them into what I want
Confusing myself more along the way