I am not the same person who loved you five years ago.
This love doesn't touch the sides of my heart.
Nor does it consume my thoughts throughout the day.
It doesn't feel unnatural to be without you.
Nor does it feel like we could actually make this work.

But when you cross my mind, it feels nice,
if I let myself feel then I burn with desire,
and if I think about our night in London, I crumble.