Like It Tends To Do

I don′t know where we stand anymore

We have cordial conversations

Don't know why I feel I′m faking something

I don't know what to do with my hands anymore

Feels exactly like it was, but at the same time it feels so different

If we were standing in the same room

Would we be in separate corners?

Would I actively avoid you?

If we were standing in the same room

Would you find a little window

And finally make your move?

Would it feel like it felt when we had nothing to lose?

Or would everything have changed like it tends to do?

I've been standing in the same room

People enter one by one and I′ve stopped hoping they′ll be you

I've been standing in the same room

You don′t visit anymore, but you showed up before the move

I can't tell if it felt like we had nothing to lose

Or if everything had changed like it tends to do