I believe there is an ending for this I'm missing

I get concerned around the dark times
'Cause in the nighttime
I begin to understand
All of the things that people do and say
And what makes them okay
And how that connects to all of me
Because it's easier to ask you to change
Than me to rearrange
Into something else
Possibly better to be around

Oh, won't you be
Oh, won't you be
Won't you be around?
Oh, can't you see
Oh, can't you see
That I am willing to adapt to all the things you need to change
And all the parts of me that don't line up with anything that you say
And how I'd rather be a different boy than be one apart from you
And why it's easier to say "I will" than for me to say "I do"

#2 I don't get it.

There has been a gross misconception of me.












Take a moment for yourself and interpret that any way you'd like.
Alright? Good.

"I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate kind"

I wish I could make myself more applicable. Rather than force you all to listen to me utilize whatever is sitting around me to sort out whatever is happening around me. Because that's just boring.
Duh.
But really, I can't conjure up some ability to be universal out of nowhere. I can't just sit and wait around for something to come to me. Instead, I think I'll just start talking and see if it works on this first run-through. So as I'm taking this leap of faith, you're all going to have to come along with me.
Um.
I think I'm getting sick.
Ever get the feeling that people know exactly what they want to say long before they say it? The words come out eventually and you're just sitting there saying to yourself, "Wow, you've been waiting this whole time to say those words." Is it worse when you follow that thought up with "...maybe you should have put a little more thought into them." I don't know. I've been thinking about these things lately.
Because sometimes you can just feel it coming a mile away.
Unfortunately, a mile may not be enough prep time.
Well, I guess I didn't think that one through. The lesson learned: I'm not thoroughly bullet-proof. I just can't tell who was banking on that more, them or me...


p.s. I'll give you a murder mystery!