i leave a lot of people feeling empty, and renew some broken promises
fall in love with the same ones, and get shown exactly what i need to hear.
it was never going to be us,
but we’ll pretend for a little while.
i keep writing about wine and roses,
and how we manage to break our own before each other’s each time.
you’d never do what you’d say, but we’ll pretend anyway.
i might have fallen in the car ride home
and you always protect my heart by saying no,
but we can’t wait to tell each other the best things.
it’s a habit, running away.
would either of us have stayed?
it’s like we’re living different lives at once,
and this is the last one, i promise.
maybe i should pay more attention to what the sky tells me,
and sometimes peace is knowing that things won’t ever change.
how do we fall without losing everything?
and now that we’re both on the other side, i wonder if you still pray for me in the way i prayed for you.
on a sunday, i’ll bring an old book to a cafe,
to make them think i still believe in romance.
but mostly, i still believe in you.