We can’t be together, but we can’t seem to be apart. Every time we try to stay away, every last goodbye, there is just another hello in the distance.
I try to play it cool, I try to be tough. I try to let you walk away, I try to tell myself that I won’t talk to you again.
But here we are again.
I don’t know whether to let you go and pull you in. I don’t know whether I should let you in and allow you to sit down at my table a little longer. I don’t know whether I should pour you that drink you asked for. I don’t know if I should smile. I don’t know if I should look your way.
Because I know what will happen if I look up, especially if that smile is on your face. We will fall back into the same cycle that we shouldn’t be on. We will lose our clothes. We will fall back into step with one another.
And then the highway will call your name. I will be in your rearview mirror and the sunset will be ahead of you.
And I will play it cool, I will be tough. I will let you walk away.
But this time, I won’t talk to you again.
It’s like we were meant for each other until we aren’t.