I've got knots in my hair and knots in my stomach, both thanks to you but for very different reasons. I pretend not to care or act like I'm above it, but it's hard to face the truth when you know all my demons.
You're too far and I'm far too jealous.
History repeats itself just like an old friend who tells the same stories since we were kids, and I purposely chase the hearts I know I'll never win, but I've been down this road before - don't wanna go back again.
It's like pulling teeth to get inside of your head because you've invested time not to say what's on your mind. Now I'm pulling out every strand and you can see every single vein on the back of my hand...
...as I wait for you to tell me you love me.
History repeats itself just like an old friend who tells the same stories since we were kids and I reserve the right to change the ending this time.