I could try to write you songs to make you fall in love, but I’m not that great with a pen
I will try to write you off so I can runaway, but please just beg me to stay
So I’m a little worse for wear and tear
My head is all fogged up can you make it clear?
And I’l promise I will try to be sincere when I tell you that I love you, and I can’t imagine a single day without you here
This is my last cliché I’ll ever write
I’ll never need another one
If you’d please let me call you mine
Can I call you mine from here on out?
I’ve seen it in the second act of Giselle
I’ve seen it at 11:30pm at Disneyland in the pouring rain
I’ve seen it after driving six hours home from Phoenix to end up at her doorstep at 5am
I’ve seen it on a secluded north coast beach where the wind cover her face with her hair
would sit awkwardly on their phones at the dance before catching each other’s eye.
when someone great leaves us they leave a great hole
they do this so we have a big spot to fill with more great things
I lost you to someone else
I lost you to time
I lost you to distance
I lost you to travel
I lost you to our country
Just when I thought I would have you and we won
I lost you to war
lights leave our lives to brighten others
It’s not easy, because it’s too hard.