I feel like romance is a comedy,
All they do is laugh as I stand up to her nervously,
But my focus isn’t broken,
I’ve got a conscience and it’s spoken,
That I gotta do whats best for me,
Even if it’s fucking make believe,
I’m contemplating situations,
That makes Disney look nonfiction,
I wish that even when I’m pretending,
That it doesn’t end in ruins.
But it’s been too long and this shit feels ancient,
I keep digging up emotions that today would be irrelevant,
In the rubble I build my statue erect it,
Only to watch it crumble down as she wrecked it,
But that’s the way the cookie crumbles/down,
I’ll never see you walk the aisle in your wedding/gown,
I’ll just swallow all my pride until I/drown,
Wish that second chances never meant the final/round,
I can see it in the evidence,
To bad we arent strangers again,
So I could recreate a moment,
And think about the memories that never happened.