a life in words

just friends

and some days I still think it might be you,

and that's confusing because choosing you was never a part of my plan,

it was always the blue eyes,

never the guy with drum sticks in his hands,

and now I'm thinking I might of been wrong,

said yes to the wrong guy,

and jumped into this weird spiral of lies,

but I still don't know if I just want to chose you because it's easier to,

because you're here and he's far,

and you fit into a box that's easily labeled and wrapped,

a lot like me in fact,

but he's loud and outgoing and couldn't be labeled to save a soul,

and I don't know which way is "the right" way to go,

or which one my heart really longs to know,

but if a time comes where our paths cross again,

maybe this time we can be more than just friends.