I used to think distance was a bad thing because I never understood it
It’s like one day we’re the best of friends and the next we weren’t even talking
Then I would end up stalking, thinking what could’ve went wrong
Blaming myself for the smallest things that went on

In reality I’m never really the cause
But my overthinking always breeds out imaginary flaws
“Maybe I’m not good enough, is there something wrong with me?”
But I never stopped to think about how the person treated me

The times I’ve been pushed, now feels so numb to me
And no matter what I’ve done, it happens so easily
And as the time has gone by, I let it slide gracefully
Because pushing me away, is your loss indefinitely.