You put your arms around me and I believe that it's easier for you to let me go. You put your arms around me and I'm home.
Hate me today. Hate me tomorrow. Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you. Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow. Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.
Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere, or would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place should I leave it there?
I want to hold the hand inside you. I want to take a breath that's true. I look to you and I see nothing. I look to you to see the truth.
And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I have sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness. Because none of it was ever worth the risk.
Goodbye, my Almost Lover. Goodbye my hopeless dream. I'm trying not to think about you. Can't you just let me be?