Someday, I’ll be living in a big old city and all you’re ever gonna be is mean. Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean. Why you gotta be so mean?
So this is me swallowing my pride, standin’ in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night. And I’d go back to December all the time. It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you. Wishing that I’d realized what I had when you were mine. And I’d go back to December turn around and make it all right.
‘Cause I can’t help it if you look like an angel. Can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so come feel this magic I’ve been feeling since I met you. Can’t help it if there’s no one else. :”>
It’s not supposed to feel this way. I need you, I need you more and more each day. It’s not supposed to hurt this way. I need you, I need you.
So go and think about whatever you need to think about. Go on and dream about whatever you need to dream about. And come back to me when you know just how you feel. :’)
Wasn’t it easier in your firefly-catchin’ days? And everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you. Wasn’t it beautiful runnin’ wild ‘til you fell asleep? Before the monsters caught up to you? :’)
Come back to me like you would, if this was a movie. Stand in the rain outside ‘til I came out. But if this was a movie, you’d be here by now..
All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss. :/
Can we just slow down while you make this mistake. Just slow down. So my heart don’t break.
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you. Counting my footsteps, praying the floor won’t fall through, again. My mother accused me of losing my mind, but I swore I was fine.