Love is a beautiful horrible thing
Sometimes you feel shit and sometimes you grow wings
I don't quite know how to do anything
Can we figure it out together?
Sometimes I daydream 'bout what it'd be like
When I'm 23 and then you're 25
I could make tea and you'll turn out the light
Maybe we'll stay like this forever
I was only seventeen
And the city was beckoning me
But you bring me to my knees
So please, please
Love is a beautiful horrible thing
But something has happened since I turned 18
It's become clear now I want you to be
Here by my side
Is that alright?