You flit in and out of my mind,
and I flit in and out of love with you.
Oh, you've been so unkind,
and I know I have too.
This delicate dance,
it has to end.
There is no hope, and not a chance -
for you and I will neither sway nor bend.
I can't seem to hold on to you,
but don't blame me - neither can you pull away.
Without you, all I ever feel is blue
but with you, I can no longer stay.
You kiss my lips,
with goodbyes you never mean.
And I forgive your mistakes and slips,
but we can't always be the in-between.
So today, I'll pack up my things,
Take my boxes, my big heart and my pointed wit,
Maybe tomorrow we will be more than one of those flings
Maybe tomorrow, just maybe, we will fit.
