I
You're not her.
II
I don't need you to be. I don't want you to be.
III
I picked you.
I
You say you've turned into Riley. You're wrong. You've just grown is all. You're getting things right for a change. Except for this, this is wrong. You're not Riley Matthews. You're Maya Hart. Riley is a ray of endless sunshine and you are not. She is unfamiliar with heartache and disappointment. You are not.
II
You say it's always been her but I don't want her. We're so much alike, like a summer rain, pleasant and calm but haven't you heard? You and me? We're like fire. I don't need her like I need you. She's only half the story. She can't understand when she's never gone down that road. She doesn't Get It. I don't want her. I don't need her. It's you. I want Old Maya, I need New Maya. It's always gonna be you.
III
You say I picked her. You've told me I picked her more times than I care to count. It's like you're trying to will it into existence. But you're wrong. Again. Because twice we met under the stars and ignited. I didn't pick Rileytown, I picked Mayaville because Lucas the Good never did anything and Mayaville seemed to accept Texas Lucas. We square-danced on our project and over Farkle and then Riley I picked you because you understood when I explained Quiet. I could go on but I guess you're not telling me I picked her, you're really telling me to pick her.