"Where Our Streets Met" lyrics

"Where Our Streets Met"

Every once in a while
I rub salt in the wound
Checking up on you
Watch your every move
Can we go back to before?
Could you please want me more?
I ask too many questions
When will I know for sure?

How to leave?
How to breathe without you?
And how to speak?
When I don't have you to talk to?

Saw you hide on the corner
Where my street meets the blue
How can you be so childish
When I grew up with you?
If we put it all aside?
Could I see you one more time?
When we dream is when we meet
I hope our minds stay in sync

'Cause I sleep
A little differently
When I see
You through the haze of memories, oh

How did we grow so far
Apart from the people we are?
Do you remember the way
You used to ask me the same?
You used to ask me the same
Now you don't look the same
(Now you just look away)
You used to ask me the same
(You used to ask me to stay)
Now you just look away

(Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)


Writer(s): Waller Esha
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