Okay,
don't take this the wrong way,
but you've just been kind of hanging around a lot lately,
which isn't a bad thing,
but it's also not a good thing.
Yeah, um...
You laugh too much, I fake a smile,
pretend I don't mind for a while.
Don't take this the wrong way.
But maybe we should drift a bit away.
You've been kind of hanging around,
and I can't tell what we found.
It's not bad, but it's not right.
Feels like morning stuck in night.
You leave your jacket on my chair.
Like you're planning to stay there.
Your silence hums in my small room.
I keep pretending there's no gloom.
I don't hate this quiet air.
But it's too much to bear.
If we don't call it love,
then what are we scared of?
Don't take this the wrong way,
but I can't keep you halfway.
You've been kind of hanging around,
and I'm starting to drown.
It's not bad, it's not true.
But I can't stay stuck with you.