Love Me In Chapters II

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 Oh, 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 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 A story I know like the back of my hand Hope you read every line so you understand All the reasons for why and the reasons we can be Imperfectly perfect, I promise it's worth it It's easy Lost in the memory we're painting A cover of a book we've been making It's heartbreaking Because I 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 lying No waiting for pain, no love unrequited No thorns in my roses, no sorrow unplanned 'Til then, I'm content with my book in my hand