People often think that "too good to be true" is a good thing.
Saying it in a uplifting tone
and taking a breath of ease after saying that,
easing your head onto their chest.
That saying isn't all that great,
and instead of a ease of the head on the chest
I'm alone telling myself
that stupid saying.
Never thought of you that way before,
but those dreams kept telling me otherwise.
Was always on the rocky side of love,
never wanting to think about it period,
then you came along and
got me the only time my guards were down;
in my sleep.
though i fought it long and hard
i ended up with the good ol'
hopes and dreams,
a head up in the clouds.
thought i had the guts
to finally go up to you
and tell you everything that happened
and everything those damn dreams made me feel.
had me convinced that this might just mean something
but fear got the best of me,
and i stood there like a fool, and let you walk away.
now I'm left with only memories and thoughts of you,
back to the old stepping stone,
cold and alone.
but the cold wind blows across my face
as i stand here in the dark, by myself;
not such the happy ending i dreamt of.
but amongst all the hopes and dreams
i always knew deep down inside me
that you were indeed,
too good to be true.
