You're totally right
And I think the fact that you know that means we've gone around too many times
While its true
We don't know where we'll be in a year or two
And if there will be rain or if there will be snow
Random fact: I'm bad at letting go
And apparently you are too
And I don't know how this will go of we don't see this through
So I guess I'm more afraid of missing out than getting hurt
I mean we've dealt with a lot, could it even get worse?
It's kind of been a mess since November 19th two years ago
Random fact: even then I couldn't let you go.

I'm hot
And then I'm cold
And sick to my stomach
And this is getting old
I'm sick of feeling lonely
But I want to be left alone
And that makes perfect sense
Because every article of clothing I possess is my own
And I want to know there's someone if I need them
Because everyone says they'll be there
And then you're looking around like a deer in the headlights
And realize that so few really care
But I guess I'll just lay in bed
And stare at the ceiling I wish I could write on
Listening to music that drowns out my feelings
Waiting for this aching to be gone
There's times I'll feel giddy
And then I'll be down
Knowing that I always give up everything
That keeps my feet on the ground
I'm floating away
On my own words with imaginary friends
Talking to myself
And barely making amends

I think I just realized the every feeling I've ever had for you,
Good or bad,
Is documented somewhere in a notebook or in my head
And again I'm not sure if that's good or bad
Because it either makes me happy, embarrassed, or sad
I think it's time to close that book
I think I've run out of ripped pages to mend
And that's okay
Because every love story needs an end

please, darling, don't do this again
i pour out my heart and you say "let's just stay friends"
i see right through you like i always do
and I think you don't really want to
sure it would "be best"
but nothing is ever best with us-
everything is always a mess
think about it, babe, you know i'm right
so, ******* it, let's not fight
let's start something new compared to what has happened before
and do it differently because that doesn't work  anymore
i almost do and you wish you would
but guess what, this time we actually could
i get the silent message that i'm going out a whim
and assuming the impossible: that we could begin again
but, baby, i'd be your arrow if you'll be my bow
don't let this go or we might never know
i'll be your stars if you'll be my sky
blue in the mornings and pitch black at night
but i know places that we could hide
and if you give us a chance this could be it
and my final request is that we don't look back and realize what we missed
just one final plea
think about it
then tell me.

So
I'm really tempted to just walk across the street
And pound on his door
Asking him "what's the deal?
Do you want more?"
Because I think we'd be okay
And the worst things come out of the best situations
And we've always been a crooked love
But I don't think he'd answer my questions
So
I will just sip my apple juice in the sun
Bumbling around on hello poetry
Because I'm bad at taking risks
And because the unknown scares me

I ******* up
I know
And I'm sorry
I did the same thing I did before
And now I'm worrying
Can this be fixed again
Or are you done when things have barely began
I was scared
And I'm sorry
I just panicked and vision went blurry
It's done now
I did it
And now I'm here
So if you want something with this
Let me know
Otherwise I don't expect to hear from you
I know how you work
Even when you say you're not hurt