If I were a smarter girl,
then I would have left you long ago
I would have turned off my phone
stepped away from your cruel world
and let you go,
but I've never been that clever

If I were bigger
then I'd walk right past you
and when the other boys smiled and winked my way
maybe I would've winked back
but I've never been very visible

If I were happier
then you'd probably love me more
you would want to show me off
because I would make you proud
but I've always been one for tears

The place where I live inside you
is made of shiny plastic
it's cheap and easily subdued
so I moved out
because I won't watch it fall around me

Good bye sweet love
it was nothing less than incendiary
when the rosy glasses covered my eyes
from the certain reality
that soon you will leave
and I will be here reveling in a lost dream
but I'm good and gone
because I've never been one for make believe.