When I see you walk in with him, I can't look
And even if you were alone, I'd probably book…
Some other day, I'll know what to say but for now
It's "see you around"

Is it my fault that I've never been in love
Or given a romance a chance to speak of?
I always hold back and I'm starting to crack even more
It's become a chore

My options are numbered and it's too much pressure

I had a dream that everything was all right
I'm drinking caffeine so sleep avoids me tonight