Yellow-Back

You'll say sorry and I'll blame myself for all the words I've ever said to you.
And I spent endless nights, thinking what makes you make everything about you.

I'm driving to
the concrete walls.
It's my fault,
I wish I'd known, I wish I'd known, I think I know...

I'm not that better, my name isn't Juliette.
It was wrong from the start, I've got nobody to lead me up the aisle.
It's not New York city, it's just one horse town.
I was drowning, you saved me just to fool around.
So the yellow-back stories I loved just let me down.

Guess I've been lenient.
Got lost in sea of
chances I've been holding onto.
Made mistakes I tried to change, but all this time I
never really see it though.

I have to fight them
my inner voices.
Scars are aching.
Well, I know.

And you'll sing your odes once again.
Saying, that you need me,
just like you mean.
It's like I turn the pages, but are you sorry?

I know I'm not a countess, we didn't come from the pages.
You'll leave me here like they all did.
You're just Peter and I feel like Wendy.
You'll find your happiness, and I'll find my sad peace.
I'm just saying it, praying there on my knees,
that the yellow-back pages I loved so much
will let me down.

Don't you just let me down?
Won't you let me down?

I don't know the magic, I don't have a majesty.
I'm just a girl with glasses in a dress
and princess syndromes I never had.
Maybe I've grown enough for Damsel in distress,
but would you just really take on the world to fix this mess?
It's just me and my dreaming and pages
of the yellow-back.