“This is me standing in the arch of the door, hating that look that’s on your face that says there’s another fool like me.” he said

She glanced away.

“I confess; I messed up. Dropping I’m sorry like you’re still around” she answered

“I keep telling myself, I keep telling myself I’m not the desperate type. I don’t blame you for being you, but you can’t blame me for hating it. ” he replied

“I want these words to make things right, but it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life. It’s a strange way of saying I know I’m supposed to love you. Born under a bad sign for you to save my life,” she cried

“I love you in the same way there’s a chapel in a hospital. One foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door,” he whispered

“We might have said goodbyes, just a little soon. Whoa robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon.” She tried

He wrapped his arms around her.

“I love everything about you that hurts. We’re broken down on memory lane. Alone-together alone.“