idea of you
Grew up hoping I wouldn't end up alone
Infatuations filled with faulted cornerstones
White picket fence, my common sense was overgrown
My brain overflowed
With copious grand gestures
Empty promises, a promise ring
And although filled with lies, at least you had something
Roses could never grow old
Aphrodite's magazine and I'm the god damn centerfold
You told me "Hey, we can fix all of this we'll be ok"
You lied to my face, should we surrender this gets us no place
I love the idea of you
Keep me open when something is new
Keep me dreaming without thinking through
Yeah I know it's true
I love the idea of you
Why are you so pessimistic
Statistics should show that we're working this out
I try to spare the logistics
But reality proves that I need a way out
You told me "Hey, we can fix all of this we'll be ok"
You lied to my face, should we surrender this gets us no place
I love the idea of you
Keep me open when something is new
Keep me dreaming without thinking through
Yeah I know it's true
I love the idea of
Sitting out in the pouring rain
On the porch growing old through the window panes of the house that we built fifty Years ago
Back then being in love with ideas of making it work even though it hurt
Run away from our problems in each other's shirts
When we thought escaping was all that we needed to wash away the dirt
And it hurt, the idea of you
Infatuations filled with faulted cornerstones
White picket fence, my common sense was overgrown
My brain overflowed
With copious grand gestures
Empty promises, a promise ring
And although filled with lies, at least you had something
Roses could never grow old
Aphrodite's magazine and I'm the god damn centerfold
You told me "Hey, we can fix all of this we'll be ok"
You lied to my face, should we surrender this gets us no place
I love the idea of you
Keep me open when something is new
Keep me dreaming without thinking through
Yeah I know it's true
I love the idea of you
Why are you so pessimistic
Statistics should show that we're working this out
I try to spare the logistics
But reality proves that I need a way out
You told me "Hey, we can fix all of this we'll be ok"
You lied to my face, should we surrender this gets us no place
I love the idea of you
Keep me open when something is new
Keep me dreaming without thinking through
Yeah I know it's true
I love the idea of
Sitting out in the pouring rain
On the porch growing old through the window panes of the house that we built fifty Years ago
Back then being in love with ideas of making it work even though it hurt
Run away from our problems in each other's shirts
When we thought escaping was all that we needed to wash away the dirt
And it hurt, the idea of you
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Writer(s): Hannah Goldberg
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