We were fated to be kind, disastrous lovers,
Confusing our own emotions
Like birds with vertigo and no sense of direction
In no way was he ever mine, my heart already his
He was like gravity,
Not responsible for everything that falls
I'd fallen in love with him
From the minute I'd heard him sing, I've wanted to believe
That he was meant for me and our love "epic" was meant to be
All of our little experience in love, lust and the lack of it
insisted that we try to be smart. And we tried so hard. We did.
Thus, before we began, we saw the end of it
A relationship with the potential of the stars and the moon
refused to start and ended so soon
Some days I wish we could talk like we used to
Back when we were real, too ready to feel
Then he became a figment of my imagination that made me want to scream
But like the birds and the bees have nothing to do with things that people in love do,
we have nothing to say to each other.
This is true.
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