I don't want to be wrong...

[nomnom]

So you wrote it down, I'm supposed to care, even though it's never there, sorry if I'm not prepared.
Is it hard to see the things you substitute, for me and all my thoughts of you, it's eating me alive to leave you.
Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong, but so is your blank stare in lieu of this song.

Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong.
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song.

I'm breathing in your skin tonight, quiet is my loudest cry, wouldn't wanna wake the eyes that make me melt inside.
And if it's healthier to leave you be, may your sickness come and set me free, kill me while I still belive that you were meant for me.

Fighting my own words, my own little stage, my own epic drama, my own scripted page.
Send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears, maybe you'll read it and I'll reappear.
From the start it was shaky, and the characters rash, and I'm setting for heartache, where emotions come last.
All I have even inside, to overcome this desire, our friendly intentions, and fareweather smiles.

Like saturday night I'll be gone before you knew that I was there.

I want a hug.