A Relationship Built For Actors

I can’t tell you what it’s like, driving on these roads again
Like I’m stuck in rewind
Recognizing the foot prints I left behind
The taste of your kiss
The agony of my miss
It’s all coming back
I can’t hold this together all alone
Your eyes give me butterflies and your hugs bring me home
Every time I try to cut the cord,
I find myself searching for a remedy that I can never seem to afford
I use to think separation was the only answer
But now hearing your voice, doesn’t there seem like a worse kind of cancer
I’d be crazy to call you my first love
But it’s hard to categorize you, when you fit in none of the above
With you it’s always a confusing concoction
Humiliation, confidence, it’s all up for auction
Crumpled up letters
Decisions that could have been made better
Again I’m confused about your category
Because this does not seem like the regular story
So what are you? A reason to fight again?
A reason to write again?
Or a reminder that in this relationship built for actors
I am the only deciding factor