(Hey, gorgeous, I was out walking Calabresa, so I called you
I was heading to pick up pizza and came home
And I was gonna watch a movie with Fom, he was waiting for me)
I know we're taught that at the end of the story
the best choice is to kill the other off in life
cut the habits one by one until they're all unsuitable
and make them look like they never existed
in two or three months, complete strangers
a leap from intimacy to an elevator chat
about temperatures, or not even that
and this script is familiar
the same plot, the same cold
I know it might be tough, but our story
I don't wanna forget the crossings, the sparks, the fires
the awkwardness and shyness of our first time
and when I wanted one more time, one more time, one more
thinking that the two of us would know how to laugh at all this
and now there's nothing else we can do
that's the most painful, the hardest to understand
I wanna break the cycles, even if it's weird at first
today I reread our chats, and it hurt to remember
harsh words, so much anger
how did we end up here?
how did we end up here?