I usually fall hard,
When anyone just looks at me.
I dream about our future,
What our kid's names will be.
I usually fall hard,
When someone calls me pretty,
I have the wedding theme picked out,
And where it would be.
I usually fall hard,
When someone gives me attention.
Does that make me easy?
Or someone who just dreams?
But it all goes away,
When another girl comes up,
And drags you away.
Maybe I'm a hopeless romantic,
Or maybe I just don't want to be alone,
Or maybe . . . both.
