I $#&@ed up by believing in short fiction
and calling our kiss a comeback.
I drove up and down 309 waiting for three words.

Would you at least promise me that?

I've waited days and months for you to call me home.

I'm spending weeks and years alone.

Once upon a time I believed in fairytales,

but the hero in this scene, oh, he always fails.
Always explaining to my best friends on the phone
that maybe, just maybe, I'm meant to end up alone.


Because two months ago today, I thought I had a future
and thought mistakes would slip past her.

I kissed goodbye love and lies and tore myself into pieces.
Someone hold back my tears.


I've waited days and months for you to call me home.
I'm spending weeks and years alone.


Once upon a time I believed in fairytales,
but the hero in this scene, oh, he always fails.
Always explaining to my best friends on the phone

that maybe, just maybe, I'm meant to end up alone.

I keep memories beside my bed, 'cause every story must come to an end.

I keep postcards beside my bed; holes in a path I wish I could mend.

Once upon a time I believed in fairytales,

but the hero in this scene, oh, he always fails.
Always explaining to my best friends on the phone
that maybe, just maybe, I'm meant to end up alone.


I'm meant to end up alone.
I'll end up alone.