BACK TO FRIENDS I keep circling round again, round again, round again with you. Been walking with that knot in my chest again, tryna catch my breath again, thinking ’bout the words we said and everything we left unsaid. And I keep rewinding that night on the bus heads down, hearts up, one look would’ve cracked the calm wide open. Hate how we left it hanging, like damp clothes dragging on a line in the cold with no hope of drying. I’m not saying we were right, but you can’t tell me it meant nothing. Not when it shook us clean through. So maybe we just go back to friends, even though it bends something deep when I say it. Maybe we pretend we didn’t almost break trying to keep the other one steady. Yeah… back to friends, back to friends. If that’s how we don’t fall apart again. You always laughed before saying something true, like softening the blow before it hit me and you. And yeah, I fell for it every time, ’cause it made the hard bits rhyme with the easy bits, till suddenly nothing aligned. And I know I ran, you shut down, each of us thinking the other one didn’t care, when really we cared too much and cracked clean under the weight of it. I’m not trying to light the fuse again. Just don’t wanna keep pretending. Not to you. Not to me. So maybe we just go back to friends, even though it bends something deep when I say it. Maybe we pretend we didn’t almost break trying to keep the other one steady. Yeah… back to friends, back to friends. If that’s how we don’t fall apart again. I miss how calm it was before we crossed that line and blurred what held us. Wish we could un-feel things, un-reveal things, take the sting out of the real things… but we can’t. So I’d rather have you halfway than lose you today. So maybe we go back to friends, even if it’s messy, even if it’s never clean. I’d rather hold the parts of you I can than shut the door and lose the rest. Yeah… back to friends, back to friends. If that’s how we don’t disappear. I keep circling round again, round again, round again with you.
