Here's the thing.

You sort of have this way of always knowing the right thing to say, at the right time, 
and act like you don't care but always making sure I know you always have and always will. 
I think we're pretty damn scared to say what we feel, cause we know it can't be real.
I keep telling myself that we'll still talk and just stay good friends.
I'm not so great with this whole optimism act...
because I'm still trynig to figure out where I went wrong.
I keep my phone away from me, try not to checkevery 10minutes for a text I know I'll probly never get. 


 










I don't want your excuse, I don't want an explanation.
I've alerady written too much about you, so much I though I knew.
But in the end I got you all wrong, and you never got me right.