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Your hands hide in your pockets as mine do too,
I feel awkward without your touch, Without my goofy nicknames and my one major title, My broken heart crumbles as I realize that friends is all we are, That "best friend" is my new title, I wanna say something, I wanna bring it up, But I dont wanna be the one, I see your hand slip out of its cave, And in two seconds I make up my mind, I quickly grab yours and look the other way... I don't wanna watch if you pull away, I can feel your eyes on me, Probably wanting a reason or an explanation, But none do I offer, I dont wanna speak, Right there and then, I just wanna be.
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