I settled for love that only left me scarred
Only told me I'm gorgeous, when he's semi-hard
And I cried in the bathroom
While he played guitar
Now I lay in the bedroom and I travel far
He called me a flower
And still broke my heart
He picked on my petals and tore me apart
Now I'm out in the garden
'Cause love didn't last in real life
So I spend my time
Reading about it
Turning the pages, and pages allowing
Myself to fade in the story about him
Kissed me in chapters
Loved me in writing
I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning
Well have a house
And the house is a home
And the home has a fence
And I won't be alone
Leave a kiss on my forehead
And I won't have to worry
'Cause our hearts never break
If we're living in a story
And I'll make you breakfast and some for the kids and they'll play piano
And take vitamins
And they'll believe in love
'Cause they look up to us
And you would just adore me
Living in a story
I'll be the author, the insomniac, sell creative and maybe I get paperback
And I'll bookmark the pages
To freeze where I'm at
Because time doesn't freeze
I'll beg and I'll plead
Just to wait here a second
The snow falls upon your eyelashes
It's heaven
Reality's hell
We'll be somewhere in Devon and we'll bake a pumpkin pie
Spend all of my time
Reading about it
Turning the pages, and pages allowing
Myself to fade in the story about him
Kissed me in chapters
Loved me in writing
I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning
We'll have a house
And the house is a home
And the home has a fence
And I won't be alone
Leave a kiss on my forehead
And I won't have to worry
'Cause our hearts never break
If we're living in a story
And I'ii make you breakfast
And some for the kids and they'll play piano
And take vitamins
And they'll believe in love
'Cause they look up to us
And you would just adore me
Living in a story
There'll be no pain and no crying
No sitting in silence
No wishing for change
No change in my diet
No guilt on your conscience
No blood on your hands
No salt in our seas
No stones in our sand
There's no hatred or violence
No little white lyin'
No waiting for pain
No love unrequited
No thorns in my roses
No sorrow unplanned
Till then I'm content
With my book in my hand
