I’ve tried being strong,
I’ve tried fearless and bad.
Chased love more than a few times,
But it’s all just a fad.
Because underneath it all,
I’m still a little girl who’s sad and
Who’s too scared to sleep,
Because she just needs her Dad.

Hilarious that I’ll pretend I’m not in love
With you,
When I can’t see the rocket emoji without
Thinking of you,
Can’t go to the beach without wishing you
Were with me,
Can’t see the colours blue or green without
Seeing your eyes,
Hilarious that I’ll pretend not everything is
About you,
When I’m achieving bigger things because I know you’re proud,
When I’m taking better care of myself like you said I should,
Making you smile is my favourite thing,
You’re my favourite thing.

I don’t recognise real love,
And my father can’t see purple.
I say yes to pain and sickness,
And him? Well he just crumbles.
I am born of years of hurt,
And he is colourblind.
I am scribbled on a page but
Him? He is straight lines.
Now I’m not sure I’d accept it,
And he wouldn’t know it either way.
So I suppose the issue is that
Love is purple you could say.

It was an alien concept
The idea
That love is blind
Until I met you.
That’s not to say that you
Aren’t beautiful
Yours is just a different kind
One I didn’t appreciate
Until now.
I thought I knew what
My type was
So set in my ways
I had no idea they had
Become prisons.
But now nothing looks the same
Everything is brighter
Every colour reminds me
Of you.
Now that I know you I feel
Everything deeper
My senses are more alert
I see your voice and I
Feel it on my skin.  
This must be what real love feels like
I had no idea that everything
I wanted
Everything I could ever need
Was in you
But here you are.

They say that when you know
You know
And I know that with you I’m safe
I know
They say it’s too soon but with you
I know
When I say I could keep you forever
I know
If you’re not here I don’t feel like me now
I know
I know you want time all alone but
I know
And despite you not knowing it yet
I know, I know, I know

Unfortunately I did it again,
I fell for the daydream,
I idolised men.
Now predictably I’m in way over my head,
Your presence I’m used to,
Your breathing in bed.
You’re part of the furniture now,
We can’t stay away,
Your love is a grass stain,
I can’t wash away.

Too tired to cry,
Too busy to die.
I’ll just say ‘see you later’
Because I don’t do goodbyes.
What a ****** liberty,
What a disease.
No shoes on
Inside the house please.