If we pretend like this isnt happening It might be easier to hide From each of the people That this affair is sucking dry Phone calls that dont exist Messages erased Late night conversations Hardly make a case And Ive been sneaking around corners To talk to you Trying my best to pretend it isnt true But I cant make this outline trace I cant lie looking him the face So Its to much to handle talking Needless to say touching But it hurts to see you in the street When i turn my head So our eyes Dont meet But its the only way To keep my feet From moving in your direction.
