I would love it if you'd talk to me.
Just a little deeper.
Just a little truer.
No, I don't always have answers.
Just trust me, just let me listen.
I would love it if you'd touch me.
Just a little closer.
Just a little warmer.
No, not in a weird way.
Just sweetly, just to be near.
I would love it if you'd miss me.
Just ask me to come.
Just invite yourself over.
No, I'm not busy; I'm never busy.
Just waiting, just feeling lonely.
I'd like to be the sort of friend who can crash in your bed and be told only honesty and raid your fridge and borrow your stuff and cuddle and chat with your family and be there when you're sick of everyone else and...
...and expect the same out of you.
How are friendships supposed to be?
Just ask me to come.
Just invite yourself over.
No, I'm not busy; I'm never busy.
Just waiting, just feeling lonely.
I'd like to be the sort of friend who can crash in your bed and be told only honesty and raid your fridge and borrow your stuff and cuddle and chat with your family and be there when you're sick of everyone else and...
...and expect the same out of you.
How are friendships supposed to be?
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