I don’t like to be alone in the night. I don’t like to hear I’m wrong when I’m right. I don’t like to have the rain on my shoes, I don’t like to see the sky painted gray (I actually do, but whatever), and I don’t like when nothing’s going my way. I don’t like to be the one with the blues, I don’t like to turn the radio on just to find I missed my favorite song, and I don’t like to be the last with the news.
But I do love you.