Sixteen
I thought about you too much, found myself slipping in and out of love again. This seems to happen every time I picture you in my head. Your perfect eyes and perfect breath, I smoulder under my imagination of me and you together. ‘Coz I lay here most nights thinking of you thinking of me. What I would give for you to hold me, my life and every other insignificant thing.
You told me I take your mind of her, give you someone else to think about. I wish it were true, I wish you liked me as much as I like you. But this fantasy is far from real, taking up all that I feel and now I am devoted not to you but to the thought of us, of me with you.
I didn’t cry all that I could; I leave the worst for last. And I ought to feel sorry for myself, but I really just can’t. Because I love to bathe in my dreams of you, and I hate to say but I'm pulling through. Reality is such a drag, it’s easier to pretend and act like I have someone that I never had. You’re so pretty in my head, holding hands and kicking cans, you jump around and laugh with me, oh what I would give for that in reality.
You told me I take your mind of her, give you someone else to think about. I wish it were true, I wish you liked me as much as I like you. But this fantasy is far from real, taking up all that I feel and now I am devoted not to you but to the thought of us, of me with you.
You said it’s sick to think that anyone should settle for less, well here I am and I'm waiting patiently to be the one you want me to be. I look at her and can’t help to think that she took everything away from me. I know what you need and what you deserve, you’re worth the world and nothing less to me, to me, to me.
You told me I take your mind of her, give you someone else to think about. I wish it were true, I wish you liked me as much as I like you.
You told me I take your mind of her, give you someone else to think about. I wish it were true, I wish you liked me as much as I like you. But this fantasy is far from real, taking up all that I feel and now I am devoted not to you but to the thought of us, of me with you.
I didn’t cry all that I could; I leave the worst for last. And I ought to feel sorry for myself, but I really just can’t. Because I love to bathe in my dreams of you, and I hate to say but I'm pulling through. Reality is such a drag, it’s easier to pretend and act like I have someone that I never had. You’re so pretty in my head, holding hands and kicking cans, you jump around and laugh with me, oh what I would give for that in reality.
You told me I take your mind of her, give you someone else to think about. I wish it were true, I wish you liked me as much as I like you. But this fantasy is far from real, taking up all that I feel and now I am devoted not to you but to the thought of us, of me with you.
You said it’s sick to think that anyone should settle for less, well here I am and I'm waiting patiently to be the one you want me to be. I look at her and can’t help to think that she took everything away from me. I know what you need and what you deserve, you’re worth the world and nothing less to me, to me, to me.
You told me I take your mind of her, give you someone else to think about. I wish it were true, I wish you liked me as much as I like you.