Strangers

One, two, three, four

Same restaurant

Trying to make it through some bad small talk

She's nice enough

Said where she was from, but I forgot

'Cause I keep going back to that night

When it was you sitting in that seat

Rolling your eyes at me

Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand?

Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance

Why'd I have to go and build my world around you

If in the end we would have to pretend to be strangers again?

I sit across

From somebody new at some old bar

Getting a sense

Of whether or not I'll see him again

'Cause I keep going back to that night

When it was you sitting in that seat

Falling in too deep

Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand?

Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance

Why'd I have to go and build my world around you

If in the end we would have to pretend to be strangers again?

Strangers again

Nostalgia hits like a ton of bricks and leaves me wishing that

We could begin again

Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand?

Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance

Why'd I have to go and build my world around you

If in the end we would have to pretend to be strangers again?