Lyrics: Chris El Barker/Gabrielle Stök
Music: Chris El Barker/Gabrielle Stök
Settled for love that only left me scarred
Only told me I'm gorgeous when I swipe my card
And I cried in the bathroom
While he played guitar
Now I lay in the bedroom
And I travel far
He called me a flower
And still broke my heart
Oh he picked on my petals
And tore me apart
Now I'm out in the garden
Cause love didn't last in real life
So I spend my time
Reading about it
Turning the pages and pages
Allowing
Myself to fade in the story about him
Kissed me in chapters
Loved me in writing
I'll be your coat in the thunder and lighting
We'll have a house
And the house is home
And the home has a fence
And I won't be alone
Leave a kiss on my forehead
I won't have to worry
Cause our hearts never break
If were living in a story
I'll make you a breakfast
And some for the kids
And they'll play piano
And take vitamins
And they'll believe in love
Cause they look up to us
You would just adore me
Living in a story
A story I know like the back of my hand
Hope you read every line
So you understand all the reasons for why and the reason we can be imperfectly perfect
I promise it's worth it
It's easy lost in a memory we're painting
The cover of book we've been making
It's heart-breaking because I spent all of my time
Reading about it
Turning the pages and pages
Allowing
Myself to fade in the story about him
Kissed me in chapters
Loved me in writing
I'll be your coat in the thunder and lighting
We'll have a house
And the house is home
And the home has a fence
And I won't be alone
Leave a kiss on my forehead
I won't have to worry
Cause our hearts never break
If were living in a story
I'll make you a breakfast
And some for the kids
And they'll play piano
And take vitamins
And they'll believe in love
Cause they look up to us
You would just adore me
Living in a story
There will be no pain and no crying
No sitting in silence
No wishing for change
No change in my diet
No guilt on your conscience
No blood on your hands
No salt in our seas
No stones in our sand
There's no hatred or violence
No little white lying
No waiting for pain
No love unrequited
No thorns on my roses
No sorrow unplanned
Til then I'm content
With my book in my hand