You don't care about this as much as I want you to,
And I don't care about you as much as you want me to.
So, I think it'd be fair
If we both disappeared
And took some time to recollect.
And at the end of the day,
When all the hurt drifts away,
And the stars no longer weep for our kisses;
We'll end up okay,
And throw this all away,
And maybe meet again
Another warm summer day.