I'm rolling down rooftops
always hit on the face
on new realisations
new thoughts, new ways
reality
never seizes to amaze.

I'm still quite the runner
but sadly
the clock is a lie
this heart is what's ticking
for me, that's a shock
I
thought it was dark

But I'm still quite the runner
passing through boundaries
wondering when friend
becomes lover
does that mean
the relation should be..
over?

But I'm still quite the talker
so we talk through the night
talk through the dinner
both heavy and light
Always going..
higher and higher.

I'm stronger now
It shouldn't be
It should be a flower

I'm better now
It shouldn't be
it was meant to be
over

But in the end
what separates lover
from friend?
And why does it all have to mean
it all has to end?