I guess it is how we're made
Our fate lies along pain and tears
These days I just create art and listen to songs I'd dedicate to you
I imagine us in each others presence in motion of the music
The Saturdays I imagine myself with you and you're not with me are sadder days
There's times where I go on bike rides and pretend I'm riding to your house to give you roses
So I'd have your smile to look forward to
If I don't pretend, I'm riding to the destination of nothingness
If I don't pretend I would stay in my bed thinking of you wondering what it would be like you being secure in my arms
Sometimes pretending is all I can do to feel like nothing is missing
I've been pretending lately, and I'm okay
And I'll be okay until the day I throw myself from the building I've always wanted to visit
Then I'll be great