I wonder what songs you play while alone in your car
I wonder how you smell doused in your favorite cologne
I wonder if you play an instrument - piano, drums, maybe even guitar
Curse my inability to spend my days learning you, it’s tearing me apart
Because when I look at you, I see all I’d ever dreamed
Being with you would cure my wretched heart
I’d try every potion and spell, to make you see
That being with me would unlock a world beyond your wildest dreams
Then again, I hardly know you and you don’t know me
Why am I searching for love so far beyond my reach?
The perfect boy, a dazzling Don Juan reincarnate
I’m a lost puppy, waiting and waiting, holding on to people like a leech.
The perfect boy, does such a boy even exist?
I’ve been searching for years, it always backfires on me
Is it a mere fantasy, a myth, or a wish I can’t resist?
Maybe I’m the fool, for believing you’d ever choose me
Because while I wonder the qualities that make you you, she knows everything I could ever ponder and more
And maybe that’s the cruelest part of all - she’s living the dream I wanted to be
Perhaps I was never searching for you at all - only someone to fit the shape of my daydreams
And every time reality reached for me, I tore apart at the seams.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 10:59 PM UTC
I wonder what songs you play while alone in your car
I wonder how you smell doused in your favorite cologne
I wonder if you play an instrument - piano, drums, maybe even guitar
Curse my inability to spend my days learning you, it’s tearing me apart
Because when I look at you, I see all I’d ever dreamed
Being with you would cure my wretched heart
I’d try every potion and spell, to make you see
That being with me would unlock a world beyond your wildest dreams
Then again, I hardly know you and you don’t know me
Why am I searching for love so far beyond my reach?
The perfect boy, a dazzling Don Juan reincarnate
I’m a lost puppy, waiting and waiting, holding on to people like a leech.
The perfect boy, does such a boy even exist?
I’ve been searching for years, it always backfires on me
Is it a mere fantasy, a myth, or a wish I can’t resist?
Maybe I’m the fool, for believing you’d ever choose me
Because while I wonder the qualities that make you you, she knows everything I could ever ponder and more
And maybe that’s the cruelest part of all - she’s living the dream I wanted to be
Perhaps I was never searching for you at all - only someone to fit the shape of my daydreams
And every time reality reached for me, I tore apart at the seams.