M a y b e..
i learned to hate that word
You want no strings attatched
so kick me to the curb
No ?..
wanna see where things will go ?  
Unless of course somebody follows through and steals the show
maybe..
I swear i hate that word
its tears apart the fibers forming love that i had slurred
I understand your movements
to keep yourself a float
You hang me off the side
i dont fit in the boat
I noticed theres some holes
i see them from below
You aren't in control
go on and let me go