I want you here,
and yet I don’t.
I want you gone,
and yet I don’t.
I want you to know,
and yet I don’t . . .

I want you here
Then I can tell you all
and yet I don’t
Then I can keep it all inside
I want you here
because I know you’ll be able to catch me when I fall
and yet I don’t
because I can fall on my own, runaway and hide

I want you here,
and yet I don’t.
I want you gone,
and yet I don’t.
I want you to know,
and yet I don’t . . .

I want you here
Then I don’t have to feel
and yet I don’t
Then I don’t end up alone
I want you gone
because I want to feel real
and yet I don’t
because I want it to be you when I pick up the phone

I want you here,
and yet I don’t.
I want you gone,
and yet I don’t.
I want you to know,
and yet I don’t . . .

I want you to know
Then I can let myself truly be me
and yet I don’t
Then I can forget about pain
I want you to know
because it will be easy, just to let you see
and yet I don’t
because I don’t know if I can stay sane

I want you here,
and yet I don’t.
I want you gone,
and yet I don’t.
I want you to know,
and yet I don’t . . .

I guess I don’t . . .