The past and the future is a joke to me now.
I see that they're nothing.
I see they ain't here.
The only thing that's here is you and me.
I love you...not like they told you life is.
And I didn't know this either.
But, love don't make things nice.
It ruins everything.
It breaks your heart.
It makes things a mess.
We aren't here to make things perfect.
The snowflakes are perfect.
The stars are perfect.
Not us, not us.
We are here to ruin ourselves
and to break our hearts
and love the wrong people
I mean, the storybooks are bullshit.