I can remember stories, those things my mother said. She told me fairy tales, before I went to bed. She spoke of happy endings, then tucked me in real tight.
Were we ever?, did we use it up too fast?. Are great moments never meant to last?. And the last thing that I want. Is to ever make your smile go away.
I told all the stars up above. That I'd never lose your precious love. And I told them how true you would be. Now they laugh back at me. . At my old fairy tales fairy tales and make believe.