Now.

[Intro]
Who wanna come around?
Who wanna come, come, come, come
Who wanna come around?
Who wanna come, come, come, come
Who wanna come around?
Who wanna, -round, -round
Who, -round, who, -round
Who, -round, come, come, come, come

[Verse 1]
Lonely is a man with no words
So slowly did I come back to earth
Insulting to speak mal of your touch
It's too much, too much, too much, too much
I'm all good, but I thought that you should know
I'm all good, so it's just like then
I'm all good, sending signals to the clouds
Cause I'm all good now, swear I'm alright now, I'm

[Chorus]
Maybe this, maybe that
Maybe this, maybe that
Maybe this, maybe that
Maybe this, maybe that
Maybe this, maybe that
Maybe this, maybe that
Maybe this, maybe that
Maybe this, maybe that

[Verse 2]
Maybe wе could build a boat, maybe we could build a raft
Maybe wе could write letters, baby, this a first draft
Baby, this a wrong turn, yet another dead end
Maybe we could back up, rev it up, and try again
Maybe I should fuck off, baby, we can stay friends
I ain't gonna calm down, swimming up, I got the bends
Knots of grass are bound to break, paper planes are bound to crash
Awkward silence by the lake, fragile egos bound to clash
It should never be a chore, love should never be a task
I just wanna play my chords, but my chords are bound to snap
Twenty dollars in the tank, got my feet up on the dash
Got a pocket full of change, but it's not enough for cash
But it's just enough to think 'bout the moments in the past
That have brought me to the present that I never want to last
I'm an anti-hypochondriac, genetically disposed
To be anything and everything, but anywhere alone

[Bridge]
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Oh, the grass was never greener
It's just a different hue
A couple shades darker, with no water, without you
Think I'm drowning in my habits, if that happens to be true
I would never even know it, how I missed my social cue
Good god

[Outro]
There are only three reasons a relationship ends
You fucked up, they fucked up, or one or both of you are gone
Whether they're lost somewhere in-between a grotto and the sky
Or somewhere, some place, some time, where you'll never see them again
I could lie and say it all hurts the same, but we both know that isn't true
I've struggled to come to terms with the fact I woke up late, and by the time I did, the train of thought had already left the station
I don't have an excuse, nor do I have an answer to any of your questions
But what I do have is this - my sick, twisted, heartfelt, little love letter to us, to the we that once was
I feel like it's hypocritical to ask, but
Read between the lines, you might see something you never knew was there
I've stopped making excuses, I've stopped idolizing these people who I made up in my head
I've stopped this, I've stopped that, and now I ask you to do the same
Stop it now, I mean it