The Ticker Tape rained from above
the stained glass windows
that contained my devotion
burst open with confusion
and in my loss
lives a cool kind of cruelty

There are better boys than me
sturdy and handsome
proud but forgiving
who will carry you home
If you show them weakness

In someone else's day-dream
you're a charming prince
to a perfect princess
chiseled from crystals

This is the time when
you're supposed to say
to never give up.
but there is a whole vacuum
standing between us

The Marching Band kept playing
as the world stopped around me
you couldn't help turning
from a jealousy I'd never muster
and hid away a precious light
leaving me an utter mess

Anything would be better than this
the empty heat inside
and a green house of ice
Will make sure I'll never
feel this again

In someone else's day-dream
you're a charming prince
to a perfect princess
in stone polished elegance

This is the part where
I'm supposed to say
I'll never give up.
but there are no flower pedals
flowing between us

In this brand-new car
decorated disturbingly
splattered with a part of you
I wanted to get to know
through a kind of interpretation
that kept you behind your skin

Is there nothing other than this
Frozen in place, contained in plastic
where glitter-clumps of white
swirl around a vision of myself
When you flip me upside down.

There are better girls than me
sweet and beautiful
gentle and kindly
who won't call you names
or tell stories about you

someone else can day-dream
about a heart throbbing love
between two special people
who are still unconfined.

So this is my part
I'll say I'm sorry
and make up some excuse
for the list of reasons
nothing was between us