we're not friends
andress, ingrid
we've been lying to ourselves
acting like we're something else
how'd we get in this masquerade?
there's a secret in your eyes
it's the same one that's in mine
aren't you tired of being this way?
call it what you want but it won't change a thing
call it what you want but at the end of the day
we're a kiss at 2am that tastes like wine
we're a ride home in the dark with our fingers intertwined
you and me keep on tryna pretend
we're an extra set of clothes on the bedroom floor
where i see you all the time but still wanna see you more
you and me keep on tryna pretend
friends are something that we were
before me sleeping in your shirt
friends don't do the things we do
friends don't use the words we use
friends could just hang out
but we're a kiss at 2am that tastes like wine
we're a ride home in the dark with our fingers intertwined
you and me keep on tryna pretend
we're an extra set of clothes on the bedroom floor
where i see you all the time but still wanna see you more
you and me keep on tryna pretend
we're a kiss at 2am that tastes like wine
a ride home in the dark with our fingers intertwined
you and me keep on tryna pretend
we're an extra set of clothes on the bedroom floor
where i see you all the time but still wanna see you more
you and me keep on tryna pretend