Just 'cause,

"I know what it’s like to wanna erase your past, but you can’t pack away your past in boxes. It’s always gonna be a part of who you are. You need to know that, eventually, this isn’t gonna hurt so much. And the good times, they’re just gonna get easier to remember. And you’re gonna end up being a stronger person because of all the stuff that you’ve been through."

 

It’s just that people are so fickle, they fall in love at different angles. So really I could lose you just as quickly as I’ve gotten you. And that’s the kind of thought that’s got me nervous, and worried if you’ll really think I’m worth it, when the rush wears off and you’re left with this busted person. But if you tell me you will, I will do what I can to believe it.

 

I said sorry to make you happy. I kissed cuts to dry your tears. I sold my clothes to keep you warm, then you threw me away even after all these years. Now who can I sing with when everything's gone to hell? And I can't remember my own name. I hope that you know I loved you a lot. It wasn't the alcohol talking at four in the morning, it was the boy that you met in the hall years ago. So don't forget me. Don't you let me become a photograph that you maybe look at once every year or so, just to recall the way you let me become a ghost. I'm not alright, and don't say that I will be. I loved you, but you didn't love me.

 

I won't be sad. But in case, I'll go there everyday, to make myself feel bad. There's a chance I'll start to wonder if this was the thing to do. I won't be out long, but I still think it better if you take your time coming over here. I think that's for the best. Call, break it off. Call, break my own heart. Maybe I would have been something you'd be good at. Maybe you would have been something I'd be good at. But now we'll never know.

I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.