Cue the Daydreams
Spending all my time like this
In my bedroom making lists
Of all the places I would rather
Fall in love,
Spinning fate upon a thread,
Convinced romance is dead,
Holding hands with the monster
Underneath my bed.
I never said this was me.
You just assumed I was only all you could see,
A pretty face in a picture frame.
When did you become so vain?
In my bedroom making lists
Of all the places I would rather
Fall in love,
Spinning fate upon a thread,
Convinced romance is dead,
Holding hands with the monster
Underneath my bed.
I never said this was me.
You just assumed I was only all you could see,
A pretty face in a picture frame.
When did you become so vain?