This too good to be true feeling
Usually one no one wants to believe
We’re different
It’s our whole premise
The very definition of our romance,
So sweet, so generous and real,
Is that it can never be
This too good to be true feeling
Usually one no one wants to believe
We’re different
It’s our whole premise
The very definition of our romance,
So sweet, so generous and real,
Is that it can never be
Shouldn’t we always know it won’t last?
That girl, curled under her blanket,
Sleepily murmuring romantic ideals to a man
On the other end of the phone who
Returned each and every one:
She didn’t know.
She had forgotten, somehow.