Is that a friend? Is that really a friend? A little face behind a screen And suddenly you're best friends You've never met You've never heard their voice But look at you collecting names Like that's your greatest choice Friends friends friends You have so many friends How wonderful for you Do they even know you? A picture A message A little heart A name you barely know And somehow That's enough To call it something deep How precious Friends friends friends Count them one by one One for every little name One for everyone Friends friends friends Look how loved you are So many people know your face From somewhere very far But tell me darling Who would stay If the screen went dark? "A friend of my friend Is a friend of mine" Oh what a clever little system You've designed Someone knows somebody Who knows somebody too So now apparently They belong to you You call it friendship I call it a collection A lovely little number For your self-esteem One Two Three So many friends Are you counting them Or are they counting you? Friends friends friends Don't lose count tonight Keep adding little names To make yourself feel right Friends friends friends More is always better Because having lots of people Must mean you're something special Doesn't it? You worry if you say "I don't have many friends" They'll think you're difficult They'll think you're mean So you gather up the names And call them all your friends Just to prove You're worth knowing How exhausting What is a true friend? Someone who always agrees? Someone who likes your pictures? Someone who tells you Everything you want to hear? Oh please You don't need a hundred friends You need one who sees you When nobody else is looking One who stays When there's nothing to gain One who knows the real you And you know what's funny? Friends friends friends Keep collecting Keep counting Keep smiling Maybe one day You'll find a friend Until then You have me