Testo Pretendonitis

If only we could be better strangers
I'd give you the courtesy of a glance exchanged
Between the once acquainted estranged
Unsure of their relation

I only have myself to blame for not digging in my heels
And keeping you the length of a pleasantry away
I'll do one better than getting even
I'm going for my last resort

It's not so much burning bridges as covering my tracks
I've got to put six degrees between us

Here's hoping that every day leaves you with more of the past to lament