I don't know where we stand anymore We have cordial conversations Don't know why I feel I'm faking something I don't know what to do with my hands anymore Feels exactly like it was but at the same time It feels so different If we were standing in the same room Would we be in separate corners? Would I actively avoid you? If we were standing in the same room Would you find a little window And finally make your move? Would it feel like it felt when we had nothing to lose Or would everything have changed Like it tends to do? I've been standing in the same room People enter one by one I've stopped hoping they'll be you I've been standing in the same room You don't visit anymore But you showed up before the move I can't tell if it felt like we had nothing to lose Or if everything had changed Like it tends to do