A Fresh and False Start

None of us did the things we said we would.
None of us got the tattoos, none of us lived our dreams.
I can't believe I'm almost forgiving you.
Absence and distance makes the heart grow fonder I guess.

Absence and distance makes the memories and facts fade.

Is it for the best? Am I becoming the bigger person?
Am I just folding again, am I just folding again?
I can still feel the cold on my hands, I can still feel the cold in my heart
But I can feel all the glaciers we made melting.

Perhaps it's for the best. Maybe it's the smarter option. I mean you can try to get what you always wanted. Choose safety, you know it makes sense.

I don't believe in destinations, but maybe I believe in fate.
Absence and distance is making my memories fucking fade.
I think we could one day maybe even talk again, even though you're someone
That I
Hate.