Everyone is telling me that it's over.
Everyone is telling me I need to turn away and let you walk out of my life.
Everyone always wanted us apart.
Everyone is telling me you're no good for me.
Everyone is telling me to turn the other cheek.
Everyone tells me that history repeats.
And as I sit here with you in your car,
I realize they're right.
About one thing at least,
history does repeat itself.
We've almost been here before.
As you pull me closer, the world fades out of my line of view.
And as your lips land on mine,
I don't pull away.
All I can ever see is you.
