Lovers or Friends (Lyrics)

[Brownie]

I heard this song a while ago, and thought I would dedicate it to Sara (Resque)

Mwah honey! Hope you feel better! I will be thinking of you tomorrow when you get your wisdom teeth yanked!

Brownie
Lovers or Friends
Fred LeBlanc
I reach for your arms but you only give smiles
This has been happening a little while
I say how I feel but you only get riled
Accusing me of being a child
Remember the laughter the night that we met
You flashed me a look that I could not forget
You dared me to leave but I haven’t gone yet
We’re giving both as good as we get
You call me honey and I call you baby
You say I’m dumb and I say you’re crazy
My memory’s clear but the details are hazy
The words come out all wrong
Chorus
Are we lovers or are we friends
And can we ever be both again
There’s a feeling here that never ever ends
I would give my life to live again
Your eyes flitter fast as you cast the first stone
Something about hating being all along
I try not to hear when your anger is thrown
Or any kind of hurting is shown
I clear my throat when you say you miss me
I drink your lips as you slowly kiss me
You eyes grow wide but your smile gets misty
I don’t know what to do
Chorus
Has anybody seen the on you love, where is he now?
Has anybody seen the one I need, where is she now?
I never saw us parted, you never saw us parted
I watch the wind make the water shimmy
I search for something I feel within me
I go for breath but there isn’t any
You took it all away
Chorus

 

[Nietzche]

I don't want to be the filler if the void is soley yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
Chorus
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at half past six
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes alon gthe bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I'm not the doctor
I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I don't want to be your other hald I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be you food or the light from the fridge
On your face at midnight
Hey what are you hungry for
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be you idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want o be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window
Repeat Chours
I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
and its wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for
Repeat Chorus

 

[Nietzche]

. . . yes, I wish you would get a life, too. Or at least I wished you would at the time of my dedicating that song to you.

I am sure you do. It must have been nice having a slave.