You say you wish you could love me, well, I wish you could love me, too. I wish that we could be happy together but all I get is part of the story. You say you want to be open, you say you want to tell me everything but you're scared. What you don't realize is that I need you to not be afraid. I need you to guide me. You say I have to step over the rubble, but, baby, why must I do all the work? Why must I be the one to cross that line? I'm not so strong, in fact, I'm down right fragile when it all comes down to it. But I'm sure you know that already. You always know everything already. But if you do, why do you keep doing these things to me? Just to see how long it will take me to break? You say I have secrets, but baby, I don't. When I'm with you I'm naked. But trust me, baby, it won't take much longer before I'm in pieces 300 miles away.

You say you wish you could love me, well, I wish you could stop speaking in riddles. I never know what you're talking about, I never know what you mean, and when I ask you to explain it to me, all I get is more bullshit, is more half-truths, is more "nothing, baby"'s, and a smile. No matter how much I love to see you smile, I can only live in the dark for so long. My eyes are starting to hurt from the strain of searching your mind, with all its darker shades of grey. I keep trying, I keep straining, I keep searching, and I keep wanting, but I don't know what you want, I don't know what you need.

You say you wish you could love me, well, I don't see how you could. I ask you to tell me what you want when I don't even know what I want. I ask you to be strong for me when I am so weak. I ask you to be responsible when all I've ever known is irresponsibility. I ask for your heart when I'm not ready to give my own. I ask for direction when I have no idea where I want to go. I ask for the truth when I'd rather sweet, painless lies. I ask for you to take control when I'm terrified to lose it. Truth is, though, I never had any to begin with. I'm falling in the dark, I always have been.

You say you wish you could love me, well, maybe it's better that you don't.