歌词
I might be crying in the kitchen while you pack.
And plotting out my subsequent attack.
Might throw a fist, a tantrum or a shoe.
But for my part, my hearts never really done with You.
Oh for my part, my hearts never really done with you.
And I might walk into a bar and hear you voice.
See your arm around a solid second choice.
But please don't expect, a high fived how are you?
Because on my end, just friends isn't something I can Do.
Oh on my end, just friends isn't something I can Do.
This is just a simple song to tell you, everything I know.
This is how I'll handle things if you decide to go.
I may grow tired from my billion night awake.
And praying for a nap I need to take.
But if sleep shows up, I'll only say I'll Do.
Because in my head, my beds only ever meant for two.
And on my end just friends isn't something I can Do.
Oh for my part, my hearts never really done with You.
Oh for my part, my hearts never really done with you. (
Clapping)