You said let's just be friends like it was something I could switch.
Like I could turn the feelings off and find another switch.
But you still text me at midnight when you're lonely in your bed, and I still read your messages and hear them
in my head. You still call me when you're crying, still ask me for advice, and I sit there on the phone with
you and pay the heavy price. Pretending I don't love you when you're talking about a name.
Can we go back to friends? It's not the same.
I know the rules of moving on.
I know the steps by heart, but knowing isn't doing when you're standing in the dark.
You say we're better off as friends.
You say it's for the best, but how do you unlove someone who lives inside your chest?
Back to friends, back to small talk, back to how've you been?
Back to laughing at your jokes, and never letting me show in.
Back to watching from the sidelines while you love somebody new.
Back to friends, but I don't know how to.
Back to friends like the last three years weren't real.
Like I didn't learn the way you breathe and every way you feel.