The world stops yet I continue to walk,
down a familiar street
and I can feel the pain in my feet.
I'm thinking about love,
and how I'm totally above
the holding of hands
and the swaying to bands.
The constant lows
and the worthless X's and O's.
A kiss on the cheek
or what were doing this week.
If we fought and
if we should make up or not.
Then I look into your eyes
and it's no surprise
our summer fling
wasn't just a thing.
Maybe love wouldn’t' be so overrated
If we just you know dated.
