You said you wanted someone just like me you let me read it in your diary I'd like to write this out of history it was an awkward patch I had an itch to scratch We spent the summer kissing in a basement room learning all the rules you made them up as you went along and then your pa**ion cooled you really had me fooled I'm not gonna be around you better write this down I'm gonna leave without a sound you better write this down I didn't really need to hear the facts but you know me I couldn't help but ask and now you're telling me I need to relax I chose the warmest day to rain on your parade I learned to love the sickly sweet in order to meet all of my body's needs you swore to keep me in your nest how could you tell a lie about the birth of a child? I won't always be around... day by day we a**emble it all and then we tear it away Stealing post-punk posters from your sister's room (you opened your diary I wish you'd never shown me) Gossamer voices rising from speakers in a prefabricated plume Here's an entry for your diary: dictation - are you ready? I'm not gonna be around you better write this down I'm gonna leave without a sound you better write this down