I guess this is a buddy picture
And not a great romance
I guess this is a pillow fight
And not a moonlit dance
But still I feel your pull
Still I feel your pull
I guess that I just misinterpreted
The laughter in your eyes
But then, if someone like you wanted me
I’d be surprised
But still I feel your pull
Still I feel your pull
It seems to me that I can see
A magnet in your chest
It draws me in and promises
To fill in all the rest
But still I’m waiting
Still I’m waiting
Without end, I guess
I guess this is a case where “just friends”
Holds the middle ground
And that’s okay, but please wait while I
Turn my head around
But still I feel your pull
Still I feel your pull
And still I feel your pull
Still I feel your pull
