Maybe it's over, maybe it's not But hope is a thing that you find when you're sober And your clothes are still in my drawers Like you're haunting my home I'd be amazed if you walked through those doors Like "Hey, how's it going?" But you haven't come over Maybe I'm dumb But you can't choose your love like a phone number And I'm still trying to draw all the lines Through my friends and my lovers It ain't clear how we feel When we spend all this time with each other ( ) Is it how it's gonna be? Is it how it's gonna be? Is it how it's gonna be? Is it how it's gonna be?