we are separated by the lengths of a road that doesn't seem straight enough
It's fucked up because I can't sleep until you get here
it seems like weeks I am awake just waiting for you
and if you ever had a clue you knew what i was thinking, you never showed it
and i'm not sure i want you to
if we keep things this way i can't blame you for hurting me
The second I speak up you will walk away and tell yourself "I told you so, I should've known"