I pick up the phone to hear your accent
My heart flutters as I hear your laugh
Like a soft summer breeze it washes over me
At the same time as that sinking feeling sets in
We talk for a while and the minutes become hours
I feel great and at the same time I feel dread

The time comes to say adieu to your accent
"I love you" you say in that platonic way
My throat goes dry and it's so hard to speak
I smile to myself even though you can't see me
"I love you too" I get out and then you're gone
I meant what I said those words just now

But

You're only a friend