“It’s complicated”

Discussing life over a glass of wine
It’s too bad I’ll never be yours and you’ll never be mine
A couple of glasses later and we lose track of time
But we don’t mind because nowadays a good conversation is hard to find
It seems like I always find myself in this position
Late nights with girls that cloud my decision
Shooting smiles and glances with perfect aim
Treating my heart like something you can catch and claim
But I know how this goes
It’s always just a game
The guards come down just to find out you don’t feel the same
Then a fight breaks out over who’s to blame
And we try to make each other out to be insane
But we both know that’s not the case
We both know we just like the chase