i thought the bombs were fireworks

i don't want to be predictable and i don't want to be a cliché.  i don't want anyone to think they've figured me out. i don't want to feel the need to explain myself. i don't want to be used. i don't want your pity. i don't want to hear excuses. i don't want to be inside my head all the time. i don't want to give up. i don't want to make people feel uncomfortable. i don't want to wake up early. i don't want to be this way but i don't want to be that way. i don't want my intentions to be misconstrued. i don't want the leftover from last night. i don't want to be nagged at. i don't want you to steal my ideas. i don't want to be held responsible for my actions. i don't want to live in regret. i don't want to hate you.

and i don't always get what i want.

and sometimes i don't fucking care.