The Idea

Sometimes I can be so cynical But isn't every teen? I'm so confused I wanted you But I fell in love with the idea of what you could mean A boyfriend Someone to hold hands with A person that I could brag about A change of the status on my space account I fell in love with the idea of being in love For a moment the loneliness Blurred my sense of worth I thought being with you could heal all my past pain I wanted so much for us cause the idea never seized My friends were so happy when they realized that I was no longer single Now double dates were possible and I didn't feel so minuscule Compared to my friends who were all deeply falling I wanted to belong It hurts being out the box It hurts being alone So I fell in love with the idea of being with you and maybe that's what ruined us Maybe we were doomed from the start