It's unclear now what we intend. We're alone in our own world. You don't wanna be my boyfriend and I don't wanna be your girl. And that, that's a relief. We'll drink up our grief and pine for summer and we'll buy beer to shotgun and we'll lay in the lawn and we'll be good.
Now I'm laughing at my boredom, at my string of failed attempts, because you think that it's important and I welcome the sentiment. And we talk on the phone at night until it's daylight and I feel clever and I hear the slow in your speech. Yeah, you're half asleep. Say goodnight.
Now I've got friendships to mend. I'm selfishly dispossessed. You don't wanna be my boyfriend and that's probably for the best because that, that gets messy and you will hurt me or I'll disappear. So we will drink beer all day and our guards will give way and we'll be good.