I need my space.

It'a silly thing, this love thing.

Comes around, rebounds, till the ground hits your face.

Don't chase.

Break your neck left and right like you're crossing the street,

Take a step, mind lost, looking down at your feet.

Blink fast, headlights and a medical team,

Scene.

Curtains closed now you're backstage listenin',

Tears drown the black ink but you're too busy missin' him,

The goodmorning texts and the nights spent kissin' him.

Him.

The simple boy of your dreams.

Low pants,brown eyes, curly hair, nice teeth.

Thrown off by his smile it's as real as it seems,

And when he takes the panties off and gets what every guy needs,

You fall deep in the seams of his faded ripped jeans.

Ole girl on his mind, he's in deep and you scream.

It's such a beautiful nightmare, a bittersweet dream.

Eyes closed, bed squeaks and the sheets are released,

Ole girl on the line askin' where they should meet.

Heart shattered on the floor but you still feel complete,

He's the star of the show, his performance a peak.

Step back, curtains close, crowd stands to their feet,

Have a laugh, share a clap, tears fall as he leaves,

Scene.