"I Love What Love Means, but Friend is Just an F-Letter Word"

Well, you've got your freckles on your feeble face
And your distances are wearing them in place
And you doubt to deny your loneliness to play with an
"I've got mine."
You sit across an empty kitchen chair
You fill it in with love, but it's not there.
You linger on despondently
And munch your thumbs
'Cause I can't rhyme.

I've got time to explicate the harder things,
While you've got time for tea,
So let's meet up to dine without our differences
To even out the lines

And let's just say that I don't have
Two fresh slit wrists you'd thumb your nose at
Or two bottles of wine from my heartstrings.
Your like is ok but it starts and ends with
dialogues that just don't bind.

I've got time to explicate the harder things,
While you've got time for tea,
So let's meet up to dine without our differences
To even out the lines

And let's just say that I don't have
Two deadweight hands you'd roll your eyes at
Or two bottles of wine from my heartstrings.
Your like is ok but friend my dear is just
an F-letter word.
I love what love means, but
friend, my dear, is just an F-letter
word.
Your sickle-celled position
Is my emotional addition
'Cause friend is an F-letter word

No matter what you tell me
It will always be clear
I'll never be fine
When you're coming near
Let me love you from afar
As I would've from the start
And just pass go.

Well, you've got your freckles on your feeble face
And your distances are wearing them in place
And you doubt to deny your loneliness to play with an
"I've got mine."