tonight with you is like
swallowing cyanide to stay alive;
it makes no sense.
what are we doing here?
and how did this become so important?
let's sort it out
before it gets too big to deal with.
i never wanted you to be more
than a phone call away;
now that you're not,
it's becoming a problem for me.

against my will, i've memorized this script,
and i find myself accidentally in character.
i never wanted it to be like this,
but now i find that i care for her.
oh, what a disaster that i've created,
and i hate it (and i hate it, and i hate it)
because i love it.
and i swore to myself i'd never love anything
so soon.

this march air, it freezes my ears
so all i can hear is the
ice cold tone of your voice.
and it would be a bad choice
to continue, to be into
me and you. so,
watch me turn my back and retreat,
then turn back, because i'm weak
when it comes to you.