And suddenly our conversations got shorter
And you seemed to be trying less
While all I could do was try harder
To salvage this inevitable mess
And I guess in a way, it kind of makes sense
Cos fairytales don't exist
And dreams don't come true
And I'm trying hard to avoid it
But I get the feeling I'm losing you
And maybe in our book the girl doesn't get the guy
And perhaps I was your moon, but only til the sun started to shine
