A Beautiful Mistake
I told myself, from the start,
If I was going to make a mistake,
It would be a beautiful one,
Done on purpose like abstract art.
If you were really just made up like I thought you were,
That you were just a dream,
I wanted to sleep in,
Dawn was too early to say au revoir.
And if I woke before then, the first thing I would do,
Would be to look at the stars,
Because the reminded me of you,
And I knew, you were looking at them too.
I'd dance in the rain under the rainbow,
Smiling for no apparent reason,
Speak your foriegn language,
And laugh like there was no tomorrow.
But if I am to wake,
At least I know,
if I make a mistake along the way,
It will be A Beautiful Mistake.
