Rubberband

Well I say "hello" to you and you say "hey" back to me. It's not the same as a 143. But time can only tell how much I really think about you. Well I say "hello" to you and you say "hey" back to me. It's not the same it used to be. But time can only tell about me and you.
And it's head to head and it's hand to hand. Lonely, waiting, rubberband and...
I can't get you out of my head. I wonder if you think those same deep thoughts that I do in my head.
Can I find the words to say to the one who got away? Can I find a perfect time to say what's on my mind?
Give it all, take it in, spit it out, and back again. Is that all you ever think about?