It's not that I'm selfish.
Really.
It's not like I'm trying to fall in love with you all over again.
It just so happens, that every time we talk, you're the same person.
Go figure.
You've still got that laugh.
You've still got all our history just sitting there in your voice.
All of my late night phone calls.
All our fights.
All my wishes for our future.
And it's not even my fault it went bad in the first place, you know?
YOU were the one that got...needy.
YOU were the one who suddenly placed me on this pedestal.
And I'm a strong, independent woman. That is shit I just won't take.
But even though I know what happened last time I went down this road,
And even though I know it ended badly,
And even though I know it would end the same way,
That don't stop me from wanting it back.
And wanting you back.

Because when I was with you, I was happy. And, sure, I went through my phases.
I had my bad days.
Everyone has bad days.
But you were always on my telephone that night.
And I guess I miss that.

You were always the rational one.
(it was to counteract my vibrant rashness)
So when I tell you, in a month like I will,
That I still love you, and I'll make things turn out different this time.
You tell me, 'No.'
Even though I know you want it, too.

Cause, the truth is...
You're the same man I fell in love with.
You haven't changed.
But the real important thing is:
Neither have I.