Your idea of a perfect love isn’t somewhere I fit in or belong.
…was a couple of years from now so that if I bump into you, my heart wouldn’t sink like it does now.
Along with heartbeat filled melodies as my ear lays on his chest.
… While the rest of you is left here with me. This once whole heart of mine is pretending that it’s fine Happily living this lie That my mind wishes was real life.