How'd we end up this way.
See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy.
And you're doing your best to avoid me.
I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us.
How I was losing my mind when I saw you here.
But you held your pride like you should have held me.
I'm scared to see the ending, why are we pretending this is nothing
I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how.
I've never heard silence quite this loud.