Somewhere to Pretend


for this.

you're writing lines about me; romantic poetry.
your girl's got red in her cheeks, 'cause we're somethin' she can't see.
and I try to refrain, but you're stuck in my brain.
and all I do is cry and complain because second's not the same.


allie never wanted to fall in love.
she wasn't his.
she was, and would always be, second best.