Billy Raffoul - Strangers (feat. Katelyn Tarver)

One, two, three, four

Same restaurant
Trying to make it through some bad small talk
She's nice enough
Said where she was from but I forgot

Because I keep going back to that night
When it was you sitting in that seat
Rolling your eyes at me

Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again

I sit across
From somebody new at some old bar
Getting a sense
Of whether or not
I'll see him again

Because I keep going back to that night
When it was you sitting in that seat
Falling in too deep

Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again
Strangers again

Nostalgia hits like a tonne of bricks and leaves me wishing that
We could begin again

Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again