buckled.
if i don't keep you up at night then whats my point?
they've told me what love was
[atleast they're version]
yeah,
it's pure happieness and sure perfections
so i've held my tongue
and told myself
to wait for the perfect one.
meanwhile the years blend with the seconds
and i'm passing by with no skin to skin
contact.
and i'm still waiting.
[for the first opportunity]
to throw myself into
something dangerous&
something risky&
something new
i'm far from the girl i'd like too be
and you're not the boy of your dreams
so i guess our imperfections can make friends.
this wasn't supposed to last,
say statistics.
and it wasn't everything i'd dreamed about
as a small girl.
i'm still holding back,
even with your hand in mine
and your lips on my forehead.
in another awkward single bed,
you're saying
that you love me and
i'm not quite sure i [want to] understand
your cryptic language.
how can you be so
perfect/im/perfect?
the wishing and the waiting will never be enough
i can't live my life like i'm waiting for an elevator
making love with the nearest warm blooded body
and avoiding every sideways glance.
the world isn't a perfect place -
nothinglikemydreams
but your the elevator i've been waiting for
[&your moving up&up&up&up..]
baby,
i'm not so pretty
and you're no so sure..
but who's perfect?
and who's watching?
there's no such thing as rainbow
starlit love, and maybe our tired devotion
is better suited. this world is measured in lipstick
and pounds on a scale.
you don't need to think i'm flawless
because what i may lack
you may have and
our affection is like a complicated puzzle
[i fit you fit me]
up and up and up..
you're enough
to keep me up all night
and i think that tonight your enough
[tomakemescreamyourname]
to let me sleep
and, lover?
that's enough.
end session.
they've told me what love was
[atleast they're version]
yeah,
it's pure happieness and sure perfections
so i've held my tongue
and told myself
to wait for the perfect one.
meanwhile the years blend with the seconds
and i'm passing by with no skin to skin
contact.
and i'm still waiting.
[for the first opportunity]
to throw myself into
something dangerous&
something risky&
something new
i'm far from the girl i'd like too be
and you're not the boy of your dreams
so i guess our imperfections can make friends.
this wasn't supposed to last,
say statistics.
and it wasn't everything i'd dreamed about
as a small girl.
i'm still holding back,
even with your hand in mine
and your lips on my forehead.
in another awkward single bed,
you're saying
that you love me and
i'm not quite sure i [want to] understand
your cryptic language.
how can you be so
perfect/im/perfect?
the wishing and the waiting will never be enough
i can't live my life like i'm waiting for an elevator
making love with the nearest warm blooded body
and avoiding every sideways glance.
the world isn't a perfect place -
nothinglikemydreams
but your the elevator i've been waiting for
[&your moving up&up&up&up..]
baby,
i'm not so pretty
and you're no so sure..
but who's perfect?
and who's watching?
there's no such thing as rainbow
starlit love, and maybe our tired devotion
is better suited. this world is measured in lipstick
and pounds on a scale.
you don't need to think i'm flawless
because what i may lack
you may have and
our affection is like a complicated puzzle
[i fit you fit me]
up and up and up..
you're enough
to keep me up all night
and i think that tonight your enough
[tomakemescreamyourname]
to let me sleep
and, lover?
that's enough.
end session.