Close Friends
Alex Wilson
Description
A flirty, modern disco-pop track about prioritizing genuine connection over superficial online validation. "Close Friends" captures the intoxicating early stages of a relationship, where intimacy and authenticity are the ultimate goals, symbolized by the coveted green ring on social media. The song champions vulnerability, shared moments of imperfection, and the quiet comfort found in close companionship, contrasting it with the pressures of public perception and curated online personas.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Shoes by the door and your keys in a bowl, Playlist on low, city soft through the glass. Two stemless reds and a candle half-told, You fix my hair, I steal your hoodie and laugh. Group chat buzzing but you flip it face down, You say “no pressure”—I like the sound. [Pre-Chorus] You’re camera-shy with the feelings you send, But give me the real thing between the lines, then— [Chorus] Put me on your close friends, let me in, Show me the no-makeup, couch-laugh, 2 a.m. If we’re a soft launch, keep me in the frame— No filters needed when you say my name. Put me on your close friends, tell me when— I’ll take the quiet over crowds and trends. Green little circle on my phone again— Put me on your close friends; let me in. [Post-Chorus] Green ring—let me in. No spin—just the grin. [Verse 2] Your dog steals socks, you’re stirring pasta, We miss our Uber just watching the pot. You pour more wine, I leave a lipstick comma, You take a photo and say “this is the shot.” Monday’s early, but the couch says “stay,” You press your forehead to mine and say— [Pre-Chorus] “Keep it low-key, I like how this bends.” I say “be honest, and we’ll both be friends.” [Chorus] Put me on your close friends, let me in, Show me the playlist you’re shy to send. If we’re a soft launch, keep me in the frame— I’ll take the offstage over center stage. Put me on your close friends, tell me when— I’m good with dinner in socks and sweats. Green little circle on my phone again— Put me on your close friends; let me in. [Bridge] We can save the labels for later— Just give me the truth now, greater. Hand on my back, breath on my skin, Say what you mean and then pull me in. No perfect angles, no practiced lines— Just how you talk when it’s only mine. No forced conversation, just comfortable quiet I need your real version, not a filtered highlight [Final Chorus] Put me on your close friends, let me in, Hard day fading when the lights go dim. If it’s the real you, then that’s my win— Keep the door cracked, I’ll keep walking in. Put me on your close friends, say it then, I’ll meet you private before we tell them. Green little circle, now it’s more than a trend— Put me on your close friends; let me in. [Tag] “Hard launch later—we’re already here.”