Why bother?

I'm not a mistery. Everything I think is written down, and keeping me from keeping you around. I can't keep my feet on the ground. And there's a million ways that I could mess it up, I always do, by making plans and making them too soon. I can't make much sense out of you. But why bother, 'cause I'd rather call it off that wait for it to work. And I like you, but what can I do? There's too much space you make you stay. And there's a price to pay for doing what I do, but I can't stop. I open up my heart like it's my job. I tell myself it's over, but it's not. I've got a running list of all the times I've tried to break my fall, and all the times i wished that you would call, and all the times I wished for you at all.. but why bother, 'cause I'd rather call it off than wait for it to work.