Loving you was like seeing a license plate that said "HPY", happy
And I don't mean to sound sappy
But whenever I felt crappy, you made my burning heart smile
So I figured I'd stay for a while
So the captain of the submarine that is my heart turned the dial
And pushed up my dopamine levels higher and it took several of those
But you were my supplier, and after a while I stopped being a crier
And you became the spring storm that was long awaited after a cold winter dark
You pullеd my heart back from being a part
On my soul you left a mark
Markеrs of good times, and margaritas with limes
You were the smell of lemonade after a hot day of play with my friends in the shade When we were younger
And you were the fresh breath of air as I prepare to come up
From the water that I was swimming under
You would smile at me and I'd feel relief
And the glee would supersede the tears in my soul
But then the smile became a frown and I flung myself around
As the drummer hit the snares of ending, and I fell down the hole
You were the honey for my heart of bees, everything to me, answering my beggars plea
And loving you was like drinking water after a marathon in the desert
And loving you was like finishing dinner, and starting dessert
And loving you was the same as finishing a joyful wildfire
And loving you was the same as the thrill of balancing on a wire
And loving you made me feel like I could not go higher
Above the mire, into the sky
And I would try to be your guy
But I realize I'm too late, and I sigh
Because now instead of me loving you
He's loving you, it's true
And the license plate that said HPY happy became ALN alone
And my smiling burning heart frowned me to the dark where I would roam
The captain of my submarine turned the dial of sorrow
And the margaritas spilled with no thoughts of tomorrow
The lemonade became too sour to taste
The fresh air after being underwater became panicked drowning as I was erased
The bees cried, I came in last in the marathon
The wildfire died, I fell off my wire now that you're gone
The dinner was poisoned, and I was so lost in
My thoughts as I fell to this place
But it's not your fault
Because our love was just a pencil mark waiting to be erased
And I don't mean to sound sappy
But whenever I felt crappy, you made my burning heart smile
So I figured I'd stay for a while
So the captain of the submarine that is my heart turned the dial
And pushed up my dopamine levels higher and it took several of those
But you were my supplier, and after a while I stopped being a crier
And you became the spring storm that was long awaited after a cold winter dark
You pullеd my heart back from being a part
On my soul you left a mark
Markеrs of good times, and margaritas with limes
You were the smell of lemonade after a hot day of play with my friends in the shade When we were younger
And you were the fresh breath of air as I prepare to come up
From the water that I was swimming under
You would smile at me and I'd feel relief
And the glee would supersede the tears in my soul
But then the smile became a frown and I flung myself around
As the drummer hit the snares of ending, and I fell down the hole
You were the honey for my heart of bees, everything to me, answering my beggars plea
And loving you was like drinking water after a marathon in the desert
And loving you was like finishing dinner, and starting dessert
And loving you was the same as finishing a joyful wildfire
And loving you was the same as the thrill of balancing on a wire
And loving you made me feel like I could not go higher
Above the mire, into the sky
And I would try to be your guy
But I realize I'm too late, and I sigh
Because now instead of me loving you
He's loving you, it's true
And the license plate that said HPY happy became ALN alone
And my smiling burning heart frowned me to the dark where I would roam
The captain of my submarine turned the dial of sorrow
And the margaritas spilled with no thoughts of tomorrow
The lemonade became too sour to taste
The fresh air after being underwater became panicked drowning as I was erased
The bees cried, I came in last in the marathon
The wildfire died, I fell off my wire now that you're gone
The dinner was poisoned, and I was so lost in
My thoughts as I fell to this place
But it's not your fault
Because our love was just a pencil mark waiting to be erased
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