If I rescue you, you’ll rescue me.
Our minds can understand it, but our eyes can’t seem to see.
We keep trying to save each other, but hate gets in our way.
One day, it’s love, the next day it’s hate, and we don’t know what to say.
I sometimes reach for you but you shake me off.
Sometimes you reach for me and I shake you off.
You hurt me and I hurt you back.
There’s so much we don’t understand, so much we lack.
Then you do something that reminds me of who you are.
And I think again, we’re on the right path, but the destination’s too far.
And I know I’m wrong because this isn’t right.
It’s not the destination, but the journey together, that I think about at night.