The only way out is through

When friends was the first thought
of how things were between you and me
I just remember how good it felt
to have you
for a friend
And yeah of course I still feel it too
Because how can I look at you
and not
kiss you
But when friends was everything
        That was really something
Because the pieces of my soul don't require definition
They just need to feel complete
The things made of love don't have names
because there isn't one so adequate