He’s worried I don’t think he’s worth the wait
I’m worried he’s all what ifs, not what is
He tells me he can’t give me all that I want
That he wants to provide but needs more time
I don’t mind if we don’t have millions aside
No pool in the garden, one car parked outside
I want rent paid and meals homemade
Your body in the bed I get into at night
So I romanticise the version of us that tries
Not easy seeing each other one week in nine
It’s starting to feel you don’t care that I cry
I feel the indifference with every deep sigh
I want to be with you, I want this to work
But it’s not just the distance, there’s a growing divide