i romanticized you
like you were a rose growing in my garden.
i'd water you ever so often
making you grow and grow and grow
until you reached a peak.
i tried to pick you but your thorns stuck me
my fingers bled and bled and bled.
i wiped my hands and i wiped my eyes
and tried to move on.
i romanticized you
like you were a brand new book.
i'd read you from cover to cover
watching the story grow and grow and grow
until you were worn out.
i tried to read you but i got a paper cut
my fingers bled and bled and bled.
i wiped my hands and i wiped my eyes
and tried to move on.
i romanticized you
like you loved me.
i'd talk to you over and over
just watching you be yourself
until you just stopped.
i tried to get through to you but i got tired
i cried and cried and cried
i wiped only my eyes this time
and moved on.
i realized romanticizing you is no use
you weren't a beautiful masterpiece hung up in the louvre
you were a jagged puzzle piece that would never fit
now you're orbiting in your own solar system as i am in mine
we never cross each other's paths
and i think that's for the best.
so goodbye to romance, hello to reality.
you aren't a rose
you aren't a book
you didn't love me
you are just a boy who no longer has braces
who i am forgetting about
as i grow and grow and grow.
