She is perfect.
Flawless.
Not like me.
She's able to give you the world.
Every bit of it.
I'm sorry I can't.
I can, however, give you every piece of me.
I'll let you break every inch of my heart.
Over and over again.
She would never annoy you.
She is everything you need.
She has the time.
So do I.
But you can't see that.
God. She's so perfect.
And I'm just.....
Well I'm just a girl.
Caught up in the idea of us.

Falling for you was just too easy.
Smooth words, late nights.
Enough to make a young girl cry.
I fell for you a bit too fast.
I'm not too sure how to make us last.
Cause if I fell so easily.
And you knocked down my highest walls.
How am I to know it's not just me?
I feel the heartache setting in.
Bracing myself for crashing down.

You fell for the girl
with a travelers heart
who's eyes mimic
the worlds most vibrant art.

You loved the girl
with marks on her skin
like permanent kisses
from the places she's been.

You held the girl
with songs in her soul
which she learned from experiences
you'll never know.

You were angered by the girl
who left you alone
'cause the need for adventure
was etched in her bones.

-ARI

It's a pretty generic title, right?
And I guess you could say we're a pretty generic couple.
Boy. Girl.
18. 24.
Both writers.
Both believers.
Love.
That's the word that binds us together.
Without love what would this be?
Just desire?
Just a feeling?
Just chemistry?
But honestly, that's all love is.
It's a label.
And it's used too much.
It's thrown around.
Like a ragdoll in a pram.
Love beats you up.
It hurts you from the inside out.
Whether it's distance.
Whether it's timing.
Whether it's other people's opinion.
Love tears everything apart.
So from now on I'm not going to love you.
I'm just going to enjoy you.
Because from past experiences,
Love kills whatever this is.
And I kind if am hoping we'll last.

It just occurred to me that these eight days are going to fly.
And then I'm gonna leave.
Well you'll leave and I'll be stuck here.
In my 9 to 5 job.
While you taste every inch of the world without me.
God.
I don't want that at all.
I want you.
All of you.
And I want to taste every inch of the world with you.

But that's not reality.
September will come and go.
My plane ticket out of here is €700
That's a good few pay cheques.
And what if when I get there,
if I get there.
You don't love me anymore.
You found someone new.
You tasted something better than a pretty Irish girl.

These doubts are killing me.

Pretty?
Gorgeous?
Beautiful?
Lovely?
Ha!
You haven't seen what I see in the mirror at 6am.
You haven't seen these eyes wet with tears at 2am.
You haven't seen me bite my lip to keep from screaming out at 3pm.
You haven't seen anything but a picture.
Where, yes, I look relatively decent.
Big eyes.
'Happy'
Nice hair.
I spent so long trying to get it straight.
So please.
Don't compliment me until you see my rawest state.
Because that is true beauty.
Raw emotion.

Halfway round the world
Lies a beautiful treasure.
He's breaking at the cracks
Strumming till he's back.
Guitar strings keep on breaking
My heart still is aching.

Cause he ain't coming home.
I've gone and let him go.

Miles away he stares at the stars
But nothing really matters cause we both know the time will tear us apart.
We can't leave this forever.
Oh we know it's just no use.
And pining over you is the worst thing I can do.
But you're dancing in my heart and my mind is racing now.

Why'd I let you go.
I should've held you back.