Why do I hang on to you? Why do I hang on to the past like that?
You're a memory I don't forget.
I think I'd like to be able to forget you. Now that the story has been experienced, torn apart, and put back together, we could easily get rid of it.
It could mean nothing.
So, why were we still talking last night? Until you decided that you didn't want to talk anymore, like last time, like every time.
Nothing has changed, hasn't it?
I'm still as addicted to you and you still don't care about me.
The story repeats itself.
So, let's act as the non-couple we are and let's break up again.