Isabel's Moment

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?
Is it how it’s gonna be?
Is it how it’s gonna be?
How it’s gonna be