you're everything that i want
but life was meant to be unfair
at least to me, and every other girl
that isn't drop dead model gorgeous
i wonder why
i fall like a silly stupid crybaby
for boys that don't even know i exist
and here i am, exemplifying the cliche
of a plain girl and pretty boy
except we never happen
because this is real life
and not some fake fantasy

//

i imagine weekday afternoons spent with you in bed
as the rain falls reverently around us
would smell as sweet as soft gray clouds and white fleece
i would kiss your anemone lips,
your fingers tangled in my mussed hair
god, i would be so in love with you
I already am, and you don't even know
and it breaks my heart to know that
imagining is as far as it gets
because boys like you
and girls like me
just don't end up together

( she wants him too much,
but this isn't a cliche story

...
i want you to hurt )