You like that song you heard in New Zealand, the one that mentions Chicago and goodbyes. Lorde was singing there. You’re flying back home from New Zealand, with your diploma and the friends you’ve made. There are some things I really want to know about the world 9,000 kilometers away. Pulling in, then pulling out I know you see how good I’ve been to you Pulling in, then pulling out I’ve always cared too much about all of this It’s just a friendship—blurred I still can’t resist looking back over and over (And when I’m back in Chicago, I feel it)(I feel it) (Another version of me, I was in it)(I was in it) I keep replaying it too Loving the things you love Talking to the objects you’ve touched You’re being replaced by these objects A pen and a screenshot Some memories are too searing To let go of, leaving only tender, pale skin Pulling in, then pulling out I know you see how good I’ve been to you Pulling in, then pulling out I still care too much about all of this It’s just a friendship—blurred I still can’t resist looking at it over and over Pulling in and pulling out I know the “Best Friends” feature Pulling in and pulling out I love showing my feelings for you too much It’s just a friendship—blurred I still can’t resist watching it over and over (And when I’m back in Chicago, I feel it)( I feel it) (Another version of me, I was in it)( I was in it) (I wave goodbye to the end of the beginning)(of the beginning) That’s how I used to see myself That’s how I used to think it was okay That’s how painful it used to be Best friend, best friend, in and out, back and forth (And when I’m back to school, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it) (And when I’m back to being friends, I feel it, I feel it) (And when I’m back in the sun, I break down again) (I say goodbye to the end of the beginning, of the beginning)
