I Never Asked You To Love Me, So Why Did You? Lyrics

This boy said, 'Go right on ahead, mess me up

I'll untangle us, like wired earphones'

And I froze, but think I almost said

My dear Gods, this boy doesn't know, just who he's talking to

This boy, sitting cross-legged in my car

Said, 'Kiss me, like you've missed me'

And I all but laughed

I should've said, 'Tell me, to kiss you as hard as the world's hurt me,

And maybe then you'd learn your lesson

If somebody asks you, with tears in their eyes, to not love them, you shut up and listen

You never fight a war for somebody, who's spent a life-time seeking comfort in losing

Oh, you cannot save somebody, when they what they need saving from is themselves, and

I'm proof of it', and

In a seven-eleven, I said

'You're being too nice, I hate it, you've got to stop'

This boy said, 'I'm sorry if it terrifies you so, but you can't always get just what you want'

The next day, he said 'Let's go make a son?'

His hands forever on my cheeks, he's so nice, it's criminal

Now, his fingers intertwine, in mine

In cafes, I sit with him in, to not think, to kill time

This boy, with his big, big pupils, and hopes, I could cry

I said

'I'm going to be running away, any day now

I'm going to be somebody that hurts your heart, and ouch

I'll lose a couple nights' sleep, for sure, but I'll live just fine, knowing it'

How do you like me now?

This boy said, 'Well, you hurting me, will be a goodbye-present, then, alright?'

Gods, how I love, all the love he showers all over me, just why

This boy, he kisses me, all nice, and slow, and delicate, like he knows

Just one quick move and I might just break, into the last pieces, I can I break in

Why is it that the hearts you break, are hearts you'd shield with your life

If yours wasn't dyin'?

This boy said, crying, 'I've always hated this world, but I hate it differently now, now that I know just how badly it's hurt you'

This boy said

'Holding your hand, I feel so, so free

You know, you're mine, don't you?'

And I bit my lip, so hard, I didn't scream

'The last real nice boy, who'd asked me the very same thing, would tell you I'm not, that I could never be

You cannot love somebody that doesn't know what to do with it

I'm proof of it

(Don't) listen to me, please'