Lost Course.

We fight, we push, we pursue and we run away. No one intends to stay and none of us want to leave.
Yet we tell each other we are done with, no more cares, goodbye and good ridden but those are words we do not mean
We can't wait to see the other person come back running. We await who would say I'm sorry first, we await who will say I miss you more and come back crying.
The love we said was dead still speaks to us, the journey we said had ended just opened up a new door to us.
We have found for ourselves a new way to keep the fire burning and so we fight some more, its the new kind of romance, so we keep on fighting
I say I hate you and you say you never cared, I say fuck you and you say go fuck yourself and in that moment all we can picture is fitting those words into place.
We make promises but fail to say the final words, I step forward and you step back, you march forward and I run away.
We keep playing this game of police and thief, today I'm the thief and tomorrow the police, we share a cell and we throw the keys out.
People think they know us, they say walk away but we understand the game.
The more we die, the surer we are that we are alive, so what do we do? We die some more, everyday we die just to be very sure.
You love me, I love you, you hate me I killed you, you buried me and I spat on our grave, while you watched under the umbrella.
No undertaker and no under-giver, no one sees and no one knows but they all hear our story and teach it under the midnight sky.
We say one last time but we quietly walk to forever. How can we end this when we have only begun.
In the end, breaking up is a lost course.