I don't know how to make friends
It always almost finds a way
When affection blurs intentions
Forcing useless confessions
I'm not entirely
Disinterested
But what are you doing?
You like things that I like
But that's just pure coincidence
I don't know how to be a friend
I tend to leave when there's another
Are we talking out of boredom
Or are we just lonely?
We're not entirely invested
Cause we don't have to be
Or am I just assuming
'Cause that's what I always do
