At The End

I want you as a friend.

But who are we to pretend.

I don’t know how to play this hand, I don’t think I’m capable.

“I want you as a friend?” That’s not how I see it at the end.

I so badly wanna lay all my cards on the table.

Your hearts willing but you your mind isn’t able.

“I want you as a friend.” But that’s not how I want it to end .

“There’s no romantic hope at all” he says over and over. I say okay and just try to move slower and slower. But when we hang out and he gives me that smolder.

There’s no way to hide from his devil smile. But each step we take we’re set back a mile.

I might have to log this one away in my past romantic files. But he is texting me now - he hasn’t heard from me in a while.

I want you as a friend.

But who are we to pretend.

I want you as a friend.

But who are we to pretend.

You’re trying to dispose our love, that seems so wasteful.

“I want you as a friend!” I don’t want to think that’s how this’ll end.

You’re sending mixed signals and this isn’t exactly turning into a fable.

I don’t know if I should lower my guard or all my emotions disable.

“I’ll still take you as a friend.” - cause I really don’t want this to end.

I want you as a friend.

But who are we to pretend.

I want you as a friend.

But who are we to pretend.

“I’ll still take you as a friend.” - cause I really don’t want this to end.

(How can I pretend)