And you can go ahead
and be flattered.
I landed in your bed,
like it mattered,
to you.
I know,
that you never cared for me.

So tell all your friends,
that I wrote you a poem.
We can watch how this ends,
as I run my way home.
It's true,
I know,
that you never cared for me.

So I run.
So I run from something.
So what?

I bet you,
I bet you wouldn't stay.
I bet.

Ever felt like dying?
Ever felt like you couldn't stop?
Maybe you have.
Or maybe not.

But try,
But try please, for me,
to stay.

And I'll return the favor.

Maybe I’ll
Let a man take me on a date.
Maybe I’ll
Tell him to drive slow, just so I’d get home late.
And maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll give in to just one kiss,
On imperfect lips.
‘Cause nothing is perfect if,
I’m not by you.

Maybe I’ll
Admit to falling hard for you.
Maybe I’ll
Tell you that I know, the truth about you, too.
And maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll let go of getting caught,
In all of your distraught.
But nothing is perfect if,
I’m not by you.

Maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll
Get called right back to you.
And maybe I’ll, maybe I will sing
And keep to my heart true.
I need to run from you.

Maybe I’ll
Go back to a me that’s free.
Maybe I’ll
Tell myself to forget, the feeling of your arms around me.
And maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll move on.
Or maybe I won’t.
‘Cause nothing is perfect if,
I’m not by you.