I don't know why I feel the way I feel and I don't know why you do these things to me
I guess it's just my adolescent heart bringing me to believe that you and I would ever be what my imagination has created
I guess us is just an unachievable dream that leaves me laying in my bed late at night staring into the blackness.
If you spent half the time think about us, as I do, then we wouldn't be so far away from being what I want us to be.
But you aren't willing to try to be more than what everyone else wants us to be. You aren't willing to prove all of them wrong.
What is it about us that you don't see? Why are you so scared to defy gravity and turn our world upside down?
I gave you my heart and you gave it right back with an excuse
and I don't know why I feel the way I feel and I don't know why you do this to me
I guess thats just my adolescent heart bringing me to believe that you would ever be what my imagination has created.