Labels

She's trying awful desperately
To stick a label onto me.
Are we friends? Are we lovers?
Do you know of any others?
Words can't describe our feelings for each other.
Am I more like her boyfriend or her brother?

She tries to pin us down but I don't even bother trying.
To say our lives are simple would be fabulously lying.
Are we in love or just a couple kids playing games?
And why do do we insist that all our feelings must have names.

We've been this way as long as I remember being me.
If you say, "it's complicated," I could hardly disagree.
Do we know what we want or are we trying to hard?
If I say that I love her am I taking things too far?

She's trying awful desperately
To stick a label onto me.
Are we friends? Are we lovers?
Do you know of any others?
Words can't describe our feelings for each other.
Am I more like her boyfriend or her brother?

Words can't describe what even feelings can't define.
Is this the end of our road, could it be the start of mine?
Are we in love or are we famously "just friends?"
And if we screw this up on whom will I depend?

Are we friends? Are we lovers?
Do you know of any others?
Words can't describe our feelings for each other.
Am I more like her boyfriend or her brother?