Anything (You Want to Hear)

You're right.
I could tell you anything,
but it doesn't mean you're listening.
Even when you hear me out,
You don't get what I'm talking about.

It's not like I'm rebelling,
No, I'm sick of "misunderstood."
You only hear what you want, not what you really should.
I really want to have a heart-to-heart,
But mine's broken and we're falling apart.

I want us to get better,
But I feel like asking for help is just splitting the seams.
Sure, for the audience we wear plastic smiles, but can't we shed them behind-the-scenes?
We're always burning under the stage lights,
Faking "Everything will be alright."

You're right.
I should just spill everything,
Tell no one but you to keep it off-screen.
"I'm just asking for help I don't really need."
Thanks for pretending to listen to me.