Mesma trama, mesmo frio

(Hey, guapa, I was out walking Calabresa, then I called you)
(It's just that I was picking up pizza, came home, and I was gonna watch a movie with Fom, he was waiting for me)

I know we're taught that, at the end of the story
The best choice is to kill the other off in life
Cut habits one by one until they all become inappropriate
And seem like they never even existed
In two or three months, complete strangers
A leap from intimacy to an elevator chat
About the weather, or not even that
And this script is well-known
The same plot, the same coldness

I know it might be hard, but our story
I don't want to forget the crossings, the sparks, the fires
The awkwardness and shyness of our first time together
And when I wanted one more time, one more time, one more
Thinking that we both would know, and that now there's nothing more we can do about it
That's what hurts the most, that's the hardest to understand
I want to break free from the cycles, even if it feels strange at first

Today I reread our conversations, and it hurt to remember
Harsh words, so much anger
How did we get here?
How did we get here?