People want to see a perfect life

So they can dream for themselves

They think we're perfect together

But they only take one quick glance

They don't have the patience to really see

What's going on inside our heads

They don't see all the tears cried at nights

Or the screams that take part in our fights

They see that our hands fit

They see that we're too kind

But they never see who we really are

A girl without a name

And a guy who isn't quite right

It's not that we hate each other

We just don't get along

So next time you see us, we'll say

Go back to dreaming who you think we are

Sure, we seem to get along

But does that mean we're just as civil?

Are we really as close as peopele think?

No, they just want our seemingly perfect life

One day we'll show them

That nothing is ever perfect

But they'd only say we're pretty damn close

I really hate to break their hearts

And show the, that we're just a mirage

They see that our hands fit

They see that we're too kind

But they never see who we really are

A girl without a name

And a guy who isn't quite right

It's not that we hate each other

We just don't get along

So next time you see us, we'll say

Go back to dreaming who you think we are

Go back to dreaming who you think we are

Go back to dreaming who you think we are

Go back to dreaming who you think we are