Years I've waited for that perfect person for me to come around
and everytime someone stopped by I wasn't having any doubts
I tend to sleep through years and months and when I finally wake up
The glass I thought I drank from, turns out to be an empty cup

I always pictured moments to put them in a frame
After a while I watch the close ups, but they're not quiet the same
Let me get rid of polaroids, picture perfect I don't need
Cause honestly, those one-take shots hardly ever succeed

Maybe prince charming couldn't find his horse but that's ok with me
I don't care he got himself a cow to get entry
To a story not as perfect although I'd like to stay
So I can see what's yet to come while being on my way