Dream boy says he’s no good for me / Dream boy says he only knows how to leave / Dream boy says he’s got demons on his heels / Dream boy says, “Stay, stay, stay with me.”
The first week after we met, I called you dream boy. You laughed and your eyes crinkled and I thought, "Well, I'm done for."
You told me not to fall for you, dream boy.
Why did you make it so hard?
Remember that day we went to the museum and spent more time sneaking glances at each other than looking at the art?
How we stumbled into that tiny cafe but didn’t know what to order, just because we were trying to delay the inevitable? How we struggled to keep one umbrella open over us both, when the rain caught us by surprise?
It was the first time I’d ever seen you laugh like you meant it. It was the first time I realized that I wanted to see it again in the future.
So maybe we were just two figures in a snow globe. Let me cupthe moment in my hands. You know I'm unsteady, but for you, I'll try, baby.