Verse 1
You said he’s just a name in your phone,
But he’s parked outside when I get home.
Shows up like rain at the county fair,
Always got time, always right there.
He laughs at your jokes, leans on your truck,
Smells like trouble and a little dumb luck.
You call it harmless, I call it a sign—
Every “just a friend” has a dotted line.
Chorus
“Just a friend,” that’s what you tell me,
While he’s always one step closer than he oughta be.
He’s the honey in your coffee, I’m the grit in your teeth,
You sing his praises, drag my name down the street.
If it walks like a lie and it talks like a sin,
Then baby don’t swear on your mama again—
’Cause I ain’t blind, and I ain’t your amen,
When “just a friend” ain’t just a friend.
Verse 2
You two talk late ’bout our busted seams,
Turn my private pain to your porch-swing theme.
He knows every fight, every midnight call,
Every crack in the paint on our bedroom wall.
He says, “Girl, you deserve better than this,”
I hear the guilt ride shotgun in his hiss.
If he’s not auditionin’, why’s he readin’ my lines?
Why’s he tryin’ on my boots and borrowin’ my time?
Pre-Chorus
I only hear you brag on him, sugar and light,
While I’m the storm cloud you curse every night.
He’s your Sunday sermon, I’m your Saturday sin,
Funny how halos fit easy on him.
Chorus
“Just a friend,” that’s what you tell me,
While he’s always one step closer than he oughta be.
He’s the honey in your coffee, I’m the grit in your teeth,
You sing his praises, drag my name down the street.
If it walks like a lie and it talks like a sin,
Then baby don’t swear on your mama again—
’Cause I ain’t blind, and I ain’t your amen,
When “just a friend” ain’t just a friend.
Bridge
Maybe I’m stubborn, maybe I’m proud,
But even a broke clock knows when it’s loud.
He’s in your smile, in your sudden new taste,
In the songs you play and the whiskey you chase.
He said you should be with him—hell, I heard it plain,
Like a freight train whistle on an open plain.
If that’s your north star, then follow it true—
Just don’t make me the lie you say to you.
Breakdown
You got an alibi hangin’ by a thread,
Neon truth in a barroom red.
I’ll take the road with the long, clean bend,
You take your “friend,” and call it the end.
Final Chorus
“Just a friend,” yeah, that’s what you said,
While he’s settin’ Sunday breakfast at your side of the bed.
He’s the sugar coat sweet, I’m the bourbon burn,
But a man learns quick what he needs to learn.
If it walks like a lie and it talks like a sin,
Don’t dress it in white and call it your kin—
I ain’t blind, I won’t pretend,
’Cause “just a friend” ain’t just a friend.
Outro
So here’s my key, here’s my ring, here’s my last little bend—
You found your chorus; I found my end.
Whistle of a tire past the county line’s bend—
I’ll leave you two lovers and your “just a friend.”
