we tread these tired trails
our tires sticking
all we had was fiction and friction
cause in the end
it was a sick addiction

the way your cheek fell in my hand
i couldn't speak i was so enamored
stammered out some strange saying
realizing, you weren't staying
it was something i couldn't stand for

we flirt with the idea of us two
and we skirt the curb that would see us cross into it
few times i thought it inevitable
i still stay we'll never