Letras
I was afraid of repetition
Circling in orbit, the changing of tides
Is it fate or superstition?
Sometimes I question if you thought it yourself
Or if it was the words of everyone else
On top of being complacent
Us getting placed in
A space made uncomfortable
I tried to give you the room to breathe
That may have further drove the wedge between
Being lovers and roommates
Our fugue state
I think it took me moving on
For you to realize we were worth it
(Took a detour, made it mean more)
Once I was gone
I had a view of what we didn't see
(Sun burned out, lost a light source)
I was afraid of repetition
Circling in orbit, the changing of tides
Yeah, I'm not even superstitious
But somehow our stars realigned
I could feel the distance
Like our room was in the house next door
I only got resistance
When I tried to revise the plan
(I felt ignored)
I'd hide away
And contemplate where we had gone astray
The solitude, it laid waste
I think it took me moving on
For you to realize we were worth it
(Took a detour, made it mean more)
Once I was gone
I had a view of what we didn't see
(Sun burned out, lost a light source)
For a while now
I've felt like I've become a known collector of curses
(I lost count, I don't keep score)
Taking a step back
Might not be as bad as it seems
I was afraid of repetition
Circling in orbit, the changing of tides
Is it fate
If our stars align?