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