friend-zoned Lyrics

Her face lost its flavor and it's all alright

I have no specific taste when she comes to me broken

A butterfly's flapping wings flair up every time she vents

Venting of a new pronounced dead heartache

Today it was at a quarter to four and I'm still overlooked

I aim for the floor

Gathering crumbled comments and taboos

Held between layers of breaths

Pain and hectic days scrolled in her eyes

Stumbling words poured from a cotton mouth

Re-verbed into me in a lonely voice and sometimes

Migrating over the phone lines for my ears to absorb

Pieces of the puzzle connect slowly

As I embrace her in one way

But, it compels me into the dreaded friend-zone

Not exactly where I want to be

A rampaging wheelchair warrior I am

Exhausted by her questions

And where am I from all this?

I comfort her with little white lies

Humming nursery rhymes of shoots and ladders

Only to hear the untold cracking the silence

A warning that there's nothing inside her for me

Nothing inside except for the dreaded friend-zoned

Long pondering stretches passes through me

Needing drastic measures otherwise this is where it falls apart

Because she looks at me but doesn't see me

I am where she wants me, close enough to be friend-zoned

And I'm far from my designated destiny, to be in her end-zone

I regret this merged segregation

And gaze for a new attitude

Awaiting the next breakup

While I bring this chapter to a closing

Getting closer than close

Faces tell stories

I'll touch in one of them

A suggestion on how to feel me

The way I am meant to be

And for her to tell friends

That I'm in the end-zone

It's time to tell friends

That I'm in the end-zone