You called me your own Greek Tragedy,
I wish for you on every dandelion,
For you, out of my bedroom city I’m flyin’,
But you said “I think you think too much of me;”
My heart is your unwanted hostage; it’ll never be free,
I pray that you love me, even if you’re lyin’,
I’m not your one love, I promised to stop tryin’,
Could you imagine a world like that?

Knowing we could have been, is the hardest part,
You said you were sick of losing soulmates,
I wanted to be something you couldn’t lose;
At least you’re inspiring some of my best art,
In my mind we are still skating figure 8’s,
I’ll wait by the water fountain, if I’m the one you choose.