So I run right back across the line,
Oh, I swear it happens every time.
The more I pull, the more you push,
I guess loving me is dangerous.
But, you know, you still do.
The more that we wait,
The more my body shakes.
Is there something wrong with me,
Or is it you?
You jump on back the closer I get,
Like I have some severe sickness.
Why are you always running away?
When all it does is drive me insane.
And you know...
The more that we wait,
The more my body shakes.
The less that we touch,
The less I believe in love.
And they say less is more,
But I hate to see you out my door.
Still I love to watch you go,
So call me, baby, I'm all alone.