You're losing the thread.
It's hard to see from one invitation
How you used to be
The center of your attention.
We both had plans before we ever met.
And if we don't keep them,
I know that I'll hate you by then.
You'll never know the difference,
But what if I don't wanna live with it?
I'm not getting stuck with all the remnants
Of the things that only you want.
I'm just somebody you made up.
I'm losing the thread
And every time is worse than the last one
When it seems to be
Unraveling with no other option.
When it doesn't make sense,
You think I need to loosen up.
I don't know why I thought that you'd understand
When I know you can get out whenever you want.