I guess I should take down our pictures together,
I guess I should forget about you.
I guess I should move on,
But why is it so hard to do?
They won't love me like you did,
Other guys don't get that sparkle in their eye.
We were a short time, love,
Fast and furious,
Meant to burn out,
like those shooting stars we used to wait for.
I guess I should stop romanticizing our memories together,
Start remembering your flaws.
We weren't meant to be,
And I have found a man now.
So I guess this is my goodbye,
I'll see you in the next life.

Kiss me on the forehead,
And push my hair to the side.
Pull me into your arms
And tell me it will be alright.
Whisper in my ear by the light of the moon,
"My heart is all yours."
Dreamers will always dream,
But this one I hope to make true.

The endless cycle,
Or so it goes.
You pull me in,
Then let me go.
Tell me you want me,
Even if it's a lie.
That's all I need,
Just for one night.
I want to feel your rough hands,
Temble at your soft kiss.
You know what it takes
To send me into sure bliss.
I want to cry in your arms,
Laugh by your side.
I want to be the one you confess to,
The one that makes your eyes go wide.
I can only hope for this,
And not much more.
I can be your now,
Better than the ones before.

It pulls me in,
always towards you.
Maybe it's the thought
of what we could be,
should be.

Maybe it's because I don't want to let my family down.
"Why dont you have a boyfriend to show us yet?"
They all ask or think.
"I don't know."
It's all I can muster.

I know this isn't true.
I like you because you are genuine,
you aren't like the others.
You have culture,
you appriciate the value of simple words.
Maybe it's fate pulling me towards you.
All I know is,
I don't mind.

Let's pack up your old car and head out east,
To a coast where no one knows our names.
You'll wear those dark shades and I'll dye my hair brown.
We can start over, change our names.
I've always liked Camille.
You say it's forced and contrive, but you like it for me anyway.
You'll choose Wadsworth or Earnst, just to be witty.
We can shop for our new personas at thrift stores in the towns we pass through.
We will look ragged and worn, just like the cover of your favorite book.
You always find the beauty in the rough edges, you tell me I look the most beautiful when I first wake up, or just get out of the shower.
You are a true romantic. You don't belong in this dust filled state. You be long somewhere better.
Let's pack up your old car and head out east, where you can truly be free.

I'm one of those girls,
That keeps a note pad by her bed,
Lays awake all night just thinking.
I'm one of those girls,
That replays moments in her head,
That thinks of words she left unsaid.
I'm one of those girls,
Always just a friend,
Nothing more.
I'm one of those girls,
One that hopes that maybe you will say,
"You're not one of those girls,
You're just the girl for me."

The stars over head twinkle
With the thought of young love.
The wind rustles through our hair
To urge on our emotions.
His hand firm on the small of my back,
Pressing hot into my skin.
We sway into each other's arms,
Lips trembling with anticipation.

After exchanged whispers of adoration,
Those trembling lips tremble no more,
And find each other in a sweet moment of innocence.
A first time shared.
A kiss not to be forgotten.