I might be crying in the kitchen while you pack
And plotting out my subsequent attack
I might throw a fist, a tantrum, or a shoe
But for my part, my heart's never really done with you
Oh, for my part, my heart's never really done with you
And I might walk into a bar and hear your 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
It's just a simple song to tell you
Everything I know
About the way I'd handle things
If you decide to go
I might grow tired from my million nights awake
And be praying for a nap I need to take
But if sleep shows up, I'd only say: "I'll do"
Because in my head, my bed's only ever meant for two
On my end, just friends isn't something I can do
For my part, my heart's never really done with you
Oh, for my part, my heart's never really done with you