maybe maybe I'm just scared because I know all too well when you let go, you're done never looking down dancing around sacred ground things end i just now could call you a best friend again phone calls past nine so many trees to climb (or fall out of) almost falling asleep on the couch all these things held so close all these things left with the smell of your clothes i just started enjoying our time together again i had kind of hoped things could stay this way forever without other strings attached, that is but I know once you move on and with past experience, I've found all of that is history because you were fed up (and I understand)* being second place and holding onto such little faith
Because we both know that when you don't have feelings for me, you don't give a **** about me.