Affective

Face to face
Back to back
Walk away
Oh, what a way to overreact on my behalf
And I can't say that I'm done trying my hand at this one

I often think back‚ and I don't understand why you would call me that

You can say what you will
I don't mind
I'm standing still‚ and I'm still standing
Used as a crutch‚ a broken beam. It burst at once. It split at the seam
A broken record, stuck on repeat: you and me