It`s funny how I`m running into you again, and how you`re asking me how I`ve been. I keep running out of girlfriends cause they keep running out on me. It wasn`t so long ago when you were one of them, I know, and I still miss you even though you ran away from me.
Now you`re something that I`m not allowed, that I had to learn to live without, but every so often I still think about you, you, you. Cause some part of me expects to see more agony than ecstasy, and I still can`t stop thinking of me and you, you, you.
I had a speech written for this day. You`re within reach, but I can`t think of anything to say.
Running into you today meant running out of cards to play, and running out of things to say, though they`re running through my head. Like why I still don`t understand why we`re not still together, and how I`d like to hold your hand one more time. Imagine if we were to make that spectacularly bad mistake. How many times is my heart gonna break over you you you?