Best Friends

She sits there
staring at him
he's waiting on her
he stands there
wishing she'd hurry
he's so in love
but she can't move
she can't breathe
and he can't choose
he can't speak
the one he loves
or the one that loves him
all he's waiting for is an answer
from that best friend
she walks on over
here's her chance to tell him how she feels
he thinks she's so pretty
he can't help but stare
she wonders if she feels the same
she still can't move
she's trying to breathe
he's trying to choose
struggling to speak
to the one he loves
and the one that loves him
he's still waiting for that one tiny answer
from that best friend
Sunday morning
the door flies open and he comes walking in
white shirt
black pants
and sitting in the pew
waiting on him
is that best friend
she finally moves
she learns to breathe
he's ready to choose
he's ready to speak
to the one he loves
and the one that loves him
he's finally got the answer he was waiting for
from that best friend
they're so in love
they must be
they can't hide it
everyone can see
that he loves her
and she loves him
finally together
in love
best friends