What do I want? I just want to fly I want you to call I can't deal with goodbyes I can't deal with hellos They stress me out I pile up their names Put them on my grave stone What I want will never make me happy If you ever come up to me Meet me on the street I would shut down Turn beet red and greet And never talk to you again If something happy happens I will tell myself: be happy I will fake it till I make it But I know I won't make it I'll break it At the end of the day they'll all hate me again The questions not if The question is when