It’s funny you used to think I’m not affectionate
It’s funny you used to think I didn’t enjoy cuddling
It’s funny you used to think it’s a bonus if I touched you
It’s funny you said I love you first.

Yet today I cling onto every hope you give
And every touch you make.

The sequence is all messed up,
You loved me first
But I ended up loving you more.

Will we always remain on parallel standings?
Or will we eventually meet again?