this is not another Macklemore song, though I know you don't
mind him at all, and his songs reminds me of you.
this is my thing for you, cause I love you, you love me too, and that's
new to me. but I promised myself, that whatever I do, whoever I'll
''like'', you're not allowed to write that you're in love with someone because then you're getting married and we're not, ever again, it can't be someone 3000 miles away, because those people who lives 3000 ******* miles away, breaks your heart, and my heart can't be broken again. then I'll break.
I think you're romantic, and I will keep comparing you to the other girls, 3000 ******* miles away, because they were not. they were stone cold. I swear you could cut yourself on them. and I did. I have so many ugly scars.
you're also still just a child, with too many silly dreams, and you think you know what you are. I'm old, supposed to be wise, and I still don't know what I am, yet, and I'll never figure it out, when young girls, like you, keeps stealing my heart.