I tell myself I'm on vacation, then I find myself longing for that old sensation. We're a roller coaster. I'm aware. Up and down, up and down we go. The thrill of your ride is what I miss. It's hard for me to resist.
You like her now you say, but are you sure it's not just for the day, for the day. We had something I believe won't just go away.
There was never a competition, only others wishing. Wishing and waiting for the day you'd walk away. Snap out of it they would say. I might if I began to know the way. Instead, I'm pushing, pushing them away. Waiting for the day you come and stay. Never thought this would be the case. I could have given you more space. This is more than I can face.
You like her now you say, but are you sure it's not just for the day, for the day. We had something I believe won't just go away.