Call it wanderlust, call it what you want
I’ve never been the best at playing confidant
I can see your stitch is coming so undone
Can you come to grips that you are not the only one
That I know, that I hold when I flip the switch that burning itch of old

No one said I had to be the one inside your head but I am, I am
Blood to shed and I won’t be the one so here I am, I am, I am

Every time I’m looking at you I ask myself why, why’s it so wrong
Every time I’m thinking it’s true it’s just goodbye
And I know that you know it really is you