It’s all the same,
I’d say don’t fall in love with me
but they never do.
I seem to be this complicated being
no one wants to take the chance on.
Playing victim? Maybe
Scarred? For certain
I made their actions
turn my emotions on for nothing
I’d say I have a vivid imagination
but I can’t just blame it on me,
they drove me here
put the right playlist on and made me believe I could fly too.
I don’t think I’m worth much,
but say the words and I’ll believe in anything
I’m starting to question if I’ve reached self-distraction yet?
I’ve traded in my self-worth
for a week high off your love.
Was it worth it?
Will it scar me?
I never care as long as the quickie visits me in my dreams
you and I will have one last dance after all,
I was so sure I’d see you in my dreams once you left me and here you are
more beautiful than I can remember.
Maybe I should have let you discover me,
maybe you should have fallen in love with me,
maybe we could have been what you always wanted
but I’ll never be the perfect being you desire.