Are you ready to be fooled?

We break up, we make up and then everythings okay.

But now? nothing is right.

Where is the makeup part to our routine?

I got so used to the old ways that i never thought weʻd take a different route.

Im waiting for a text that isnt coming

Im waiting for a call that doesnt exist

and the worst part is that im stuck here, waiting, wondering, 

your name runs through my head like marathons 

and im not even sure if i cross yours at all.

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