You accuse me of being cold and detached in one breath,
then in the next I'm showing too much affection.
Pick a side.
I'm trying. Really trying. Because I think you're worth the effort.
But you can only expect so much.

You're drunk and I'm "your only girl" but sober "we should see other people" too.
I was fine with the latter until you proposed the former,
Stop playing with my heart.
You move faster and faster, but when I catch up you retreat.
It makes me want to run -- an old habit I'm trying to kick.

I get it, I'm leaving.
My timing couldn't have been worse.
I didn't ask for this, I never asked for you.
But here you are, and here I am.

I'm just a girl, a broken girl, standing here.
I'm not asking you to love me
Just asking you to be my friend
and to give me a chance.