Strangers

One, two, three, four Same restaurant Trying to make it through some bad small talk She's nice enough Said where she was from but I forgot Because I keep going back to that night When it was you sitting in that seat Rolling your eyes at me Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance Why'd I have to go and build my world around you If in the end we would have to pretend to be Strangers again I sit across From somebody new at some old bar Getting a sense Of whether or not I'll see him again Because I keep going back to that night When it was you sitting in that seat Falling in too deep Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance Why'd I have to go and build my world around you If in the end we would have to pretend to be Strangers again Strangers again Nostalgia hits like a tonne of bricks and leaves me wishing that We could begin again Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance Why'd I have to go and build my world around you If in the end we would have to pretend to be Strangers again