I would think you a dream
If I was capable of dreaming something
So perfectly sweet
And so exquisitely soul crushing
I would think you to blame
But I welcomed the "curse" you placed on me
So perfectly sanguine
I'm so exquisitely weak
I'm on the other side
Of the picture I saved of you in the
Warm golden light
Of a sunset I'll never see
You're the only one who makes me feel this
Like my heart can't wait to be torn in two
I say your name three times in the mirror
But you never come through
O, how I wish you'd come through
