Prompt:

### Verse 1 Now I'm on a bus, and I almost texted you. But somehow writing this feels easier than telling you the truth. You were all I could think about, so I wrote you this instead. I like who I am whenever you're around. I like the way I laugh more, the way I don't overthink so much. But one second I could love this, the next I'd burn this whole thing down. Not because of you, not because it's wrong. Maybe because it feels too real to last too long. ### Pre-Chorus Tell me everything, don't leave a single piece unsaid. 'Cause silence writes stories that never leave my head. ### Chorus I wanna know how you feel about me, every little detail, every hidden part. When you're gone, I swear the city's missing air. I miss you before you even disappear. We called this friendship, but it never really was. We're just two almost lovers pretending "almost" is enough. ### Verse 2 When I'm drunk, I always want you here. Driving around for hours, talking about nothing, saying things we'd never say sober. We keep joking about crossing every line, like if we laugh about it it won't already be on our minds. Maybe choosing this was never the right thing. But if it means I get a few more nights with you, I'll pretend I don't hear the ending coming. ### Pre-Chorus You're staying here, I'm leaving with the seasons. We both know why we started, but neither knows the reason. ### Chorus I wanna know how you feel about me, every little detail, every hidden part. When you're far, I feel like I forget to breathe. Tell me why I'm never sure what this means to me. You make it look so easy, while I'm losing sleep. Maybe we were never meant to be, but I still want you next to me. ### Bridge Sometimes I wonder if I'm making things harder than they are. If maybe I confuse myself because I know you feel something too. But then I miss you. And then you’re here again. And somehow I'm back at the beginning. I don't know what this is. I just know you have this strange effect on me. ### Final Chorus I wanna know how you feel about me, before the distance says it first. Because the dream of everything we are is hanging by a thread. Our friendship was a beautiful excuse, a place to hide what we already knew. We're going everywhere, except the same direction. And maybe that's what scares me the most. Not that this will end. But that right now, while we're still here, I don't want it to. So keep driving, keep talking, keep pretending we don't know what's coming. Because tonight, this is enough. And tomorrow, we'll figure out the rest.