how many things
you conquered me once
it turns out i spread you everywhere
there's no misunderstanding between us
i got ways to find it anywhere
we argue for hours now and then
conversation that could take us nowhere
and we just hold tight until the sun's up
so why is it still so cold?
i consider you, i can't help it
it's all habits, your space in my life is established
i wonder how many things you think about before you get away from me
how many things you wanna do
how many strangers there are in between
i feel myself falling further down your priorities
and even so i still make excuses for you constantly
remember when i left once
that never made too much sense to you
it hurt me so bad, and it keeps haunting me
why do you say sorry outta pure sympathy?
maybe i'm a stranger too
a second thought?
wonder how many things are left for us