It took maybe eight times before I agreed to let you go,
I think that’s why you disappeared so fast; I barely saw you go.
I looked back for a second, but you were already long gone.
Please don’t mistake my punch-drunk words for longing;
Maybe I’m a little lonely, but I’m content going stag.
I can lift myself up without you bringing me down,
and I feel freer unattached.
Still, it’s stranger to be strangers,
now I don’t know where you live.
Your home was all I knew for years,
a month later, where do you rest your head?
It’s stranger to be strangers,
and I know you won’t be a friend.
Still, I’d love to know what happened
when you decided to fall off the grid again.
All I want is to be familiar, I’ll let you live your life,
I won’t intrude, I won’t be rude, but dammit, let me in!
It’s so much stranger to be strangers
when not long ago, we shared our lives.
Now I don’t know who you live with, or if your day was alright.
I don’t have a hang up here, it’s only been two months.
Your life changed overnight, and being on the outside
just doesn’t sit right.
It’s stranger to be strangers,
goddammit, let me in!
I’m just a girl who loved your ass and dealt with all your shit.
At least, that’s who I was every day for a few years;
Now I’m just a stranger, getting stranger by the day.
