Marshmello, Anne-Marie - Друзья

You're not my lover, more like a brother
I've known you since we were like ten
Yeah, don't mess it up, talking that s**t
Only gonna push me away, that's it
When you say you love me, that make me crazy
Here we go again
Don't go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain't going away without a fight
You can't be reasoned with, don't be impolite
I've told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times
Haven't I made it obvious?
Haven't I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-N-D-S