The Friend by Madame Nova Lyrics

Most girls your age would be
tugged to your friend,
Whose charisma and bravado
never fail to make you laugh.
It's hard to tell a story
about one so close,
Especially when anxiety about them
threatens to strangle you.

You're not afraid for them but rather
of their feelings to you,
How they would think of you
if they knew how you felt.
You bonded slowly but surely
over coincidental seating charts,
and other
mutual interests.

How is it that now you can't sort
your feelings for him,
Like some lovebird singing
their birdsong in your head?
Now you've gotten so close
that you stay up at night,
Texting memes and talking
about anything.
Your acquaintances ship you and say
you look cute together,
But you both shrug it off
like it's simply teasing.
But you yearn to know
what is it really,
Are you being ridiculous and maybe
overthinking it?

And then the night comes
where his carefree texts darken,
Going from jokes to stories of
lost purity in friends.
He asks of a promise
and you say yes,
Knowing that secrets were merely
an mental method of security.

He tells you much about his life
and his problems with others,
Even his relationships with others
you realize he kept hidden very well.
It takes a while to answer
but time is of the essence,
Especially when he tells you
how much he's hurting.
You want nothing
but to stop the hurt,
So you give him the best advice
you can muster.
It seems that he is better but
you admit you have no idea,
And only time will tell
after your late-night talks.

What about your choice to say it
you ask yourself,
Would it change how we speak
or laugh or glance?
"Let him guess for now
what you lack in feeling,
And tomorrow we'll see
if he's any better."