Try.

No.
No, no, no, no!
It can't be December,
not yet.
Because just a minute ago, 
we were going back to school shopping.
And now we're almost halfway through the year?
It doesn't make sense.

I thought I was an extrovert- 

I'm not. 

I can't talk to somebody unless they approach me first.

 So I don't correct when somebody says something that's wrong, 

Shadows dance on the names we wear, 
hiding our true feelings deep down in our pockets. 
Hearing each other's footsteps as you walk downstage, 
sounds strangely nice.