I don’t know
If we could get lost in a city this size if we wanted to
And I don’t know
If I could survive without seeing you
And every time I see your face
I feel out of place
It’s so easy, why are you leaving?
Is it just because I’ve grown afraid of you?
I wish we were at the beginning
It would be so good to be with you
See that girl? She’s over there
I don’t need her, she don’t care
I could be one in a million
It would be so good to start again
the part about growing afraid of you (ones wife/partner) relates to me a lot.
my PTSD was particularly pernicious in relationships, as, over time i would become more afraid/angry in a relationship as the PTSD kicked in.
this had nothing to do with the other person, but with my traumatic past.
all very painful for both parties.