We’re friends again and that’s okay.
We talk about the future
And you bet that I won’t talk to the cute guy at the bar,
The guy I pointed out to make you jealous.
Apparently, we look good together.
Observing parties say they see something there
And I’m so glad to have my friend back,
Even for a second.
You never stay the whole time but you show up
And we talk about books in a crowded bar
While our friends get drunk and dance around us
And this feels right to me.
Observing parties have been know to speculate
That you’re interested in me on a deeper level.