The Paradox

You're calling from another coast again, Saying how the weather's different there. I'm watching traffic lights change on their own, Thinking about your jacket on my chair. We keep saying this is just for now. But now keeps stretching into months somehow. We're stuck in the paradox. Too far to hold, too close to stop. You're in my head when I'm awake. I'm in your dreams. We both won't break this paradox. This paradox. You Send me songs at midnight where you are, While I'm still driving home from where I've been. The timing's always wrong, but it feels so right, Like we're together in between. We keep pretending this will fade away, But every night we find new things to say. We're stuck in the paradox. Too far to hold, too close to stop. You're in my head when I'm awake. I'm in your dreams. We both won't break this paradox. This paradox. Maybe distance is the only thing That keeps us wanting everything. Maybe if we met halfway, we'd run out Of words to say. We're stuck in the paradox. Too far to hold, too close to stop. You're in my head when I'm awake. I'm in your dreams. We both won't break this paradox. Ooh. This paradox. We both won't break.