Timelines/If It's Meant To Be

I'm running out of games to play,

and it seems that the fragile day

is finally gone, and we're moving on.

I dream of all the girls I've missed

'till I've landed on the one I kissed

in this room where the world

does not exist.

You've got the answers

to all the questions I write down,

to all the perfection that I drown

in the hurricane of my mind.

And if it's meant to be,
then you'll walk away from me
every time that we

collide.

My nerves are blowing freely,

it seems this night has ended early,

but what do I know. Look out your window,

and see that I have come for you,

some things won't stop from feeling new,

and I won't let you leave until you've

realized it, too.

You've got the answers

to all the questions I write down,

to all the perfection that I drown

in the hurricane of my mind.

And if it's meant to be,
then you'll walk away from me
every time that we

collide.

Help, get these timelines off of me,

they're wearing me thin,

they're doing me in,

but for you I would smile again

and again and again and again and again.

I've got the answers

to all the problems that we had,

to all the nights when we felt bad

for forgetting all the

wonders we kept inside.

And if it's meant to be,
then you'll walk out of that door,

like every time before,

and you'll abandon me,
like every other time that we

collide.