I want to be your kind of wonderful
beautiful in your eyes
I keep on daydreaming
about people I shouldn’t be daydreaming about. It’s all falling apart around my shoulders and I can’t catch the pieces anymore, it’s exhausting.
I miss you, I like the idea of us in my head but that doesn’t exist. Probably never will. I just like to think if we weren’t so complicated and stupid that we’d be good together. But that won’t happen. I’m not what you want.
