The Idea of You

I didn't come looking for this, I'm a grown woman, not a teenage fantasist. I almost gave up, I've been living so real I forgot how to dream, Then suddenly: treasure. I tread carefully to get all the good out of it, like I always do. It's so easy to suspend disbelief. I look for evidence that you're perfect and find it, And ignore anything that disappoints. I build a picture of you that's

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