We Will Become What We Become

Lord knows I'm loving growing up so weird with you.
Miles mean nothing for there is a phone
And we still act like we're in school together.
I'm becoming so accustom to you
And I hate to leave you every time I hang up
But I love how I know you'll just call me back tomorrow.

You're the kind of dude to make my ask myself
Why on Earth I fall for asses when there's guys like you being offered?
Guys I can say anything to and who laugh at everything I say
Who pick on me out of affection in the weirdest setting
And I love every moment.
No, I can't like you, can I?

I've just developed a liking, that's all. A liking. Not a...like...
A like is like what I had on the blonde boy
Who you teased me about liking
The kind of guy I'd tell was sexy and who'd act like I was his.
The one who'd swear on life to protect me from psycho ex-boyfriends
And who hated when I talked to you.

But You're the only "You" I know
And that's the way I want it to stay
I have a liking and I flaunt it. What else to do with a great connection?
No, I don't like you, No, you don't like me.
We're like best friends.

But if we become, well, we'll become what we become
And never even think to question destiny.
I have an either-or when it comes to you.
Part of me would love to stay your just-friend
Another part really wonders how it looks when gazing into your eyes....