I don't know what I feel
I don't know how I feel
What this is or if I'm overthinking
All I know is that you swerve in and out of my life
Like a drunk driver
Very prominent and dangerous
I feel like I'm an innocent bystander
That's going to be hurt any second
The driver in the other lane that's innocently strolling on the side
Wondering what's wrong with the swerving car
Dodging and getting clipped every once in awhile
Sympathizing, wondering if I should help
But why should I help if I get hurt in the process?
Why am I constantly in the other lane wondering when I'm going to be in a crash?
I just want to speed
But I keep staying in the other lane
And I wish I knew why
Because I don't know how I feel or what I feel
Because we're just friends
At least
That's what you say when you're behind the wheel