When you ask me to be friends
You are asking me to split myself down the middle,
To severe my arteries and divide my veins in half
My heart is not yours to hold
Yet you live in my head,
Engraving your initials on the walls of my skull
I hold my friends close to my heart, let them rest their head on my lungs and ventricles
But you are my blood, are what keeps me standing
How am I supposed to rest on you
When I owe all my sleepless nights to our friendship
