I never believed in love,
until I saw you standing there,
a flower in your hair.

I can't remember,
the last time,
I spent a day not thinking,
it's been such a long time.

Spent my life thinking you were the one,
looks like I was wrong.

My wall is covered in post it notes,
words and lines written on them,
but I still can't put them together.

I'm too busy picking up the pieces,
of a broken heart, you see.

I look for pieces scattered on the floor,
but they're just too small to see.

There just too small to see.