Say we met tomorrow for the first time
And you ask, "So, what's broken?"
And I say, "Everything."
And that I am running away from my self, really
And this place is not for me, and yet I am here
Like I usually do - turn up at the wrong place every single time
And that I have dark places
That I slip into every now and then
And I can rarely put those thoughts into words
But they eat me up whole
But I never give up fighting. And probably never will
Would you still ask me out for that dance we haven't danced in a while?
Say we met today for the last time
And you ask, "What really went wrong?"
And I say, "Nothing."
But that all I ever really wanted
Was for us to be on the same page at the same time
Would you still ask me out for that dance we haven't danced in a while?
