I would go back to december
But you didn't see me cry
I saw your smile a few times
But not often enough to see sparks fly
August did slip away like a bottle of wine
Cause I'm not Betty and you're not James
You're more of mr. perfectly fine
You are not a waiting room
I'm not the broken love song that feeds your misery
You probably don't know the smell of my perfume
I'm not an uptown girl and you're not a backstreet guy
I thought we could work
But I don't know why
I'd love the be as close as the holy ghost is
But I don't know if you'd let me
And also don't have a bed of roses
I know it's not about angels
But it's about us
A girl who fell in love with a boy
One that makes her so nervous
You never drew stars around my scars
That's why I'm bleeding
I fell in love with your smile
And thought it would help me healing
You'll never call me baby or kid
But that's okay with me
I'll just tolerate it
I'd be a good wife
But we won't be together
At least not in this life
Just give me this chance to hold you close
And if it won't work
I will learn to let you go.
Fun Fact: This is one of my favourites. Tell me which song references you found in the comments ^^

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