I can make it on my own.
I can go on, just walk all over..
All over you..
I can make it on my own..
I get this sense, that nothing's really real.

When the car drives by, it makes me think of you..
You could be on your way home by now..
But you’re not..

And I’m lingering in this crush..
On another guy..
I’m lingering.. since he got all the right qualitys..
Lifegoal kind of guy.. hashtag that..