I don't know how to make friends It always almost finds a way When affection blurs intentions Forcing useless confessions I'm not entirely Disinterested But what are you doing? You like things that I like But that's just pure coincidence I don't know how to be a friend I tend to leave when there's another Are we talking out of boredom Or are we just lonely? We're not entirely invested Cause we don't have to be Or am I just assuming 'Cause that's what I always do