quisiera ella

I wish she would, that you’d bring down the sky and the stars
That after the altar we’d travel the world
And that the honeymoon would never end

I wish she would, never stop feeling the butterflies
That every Friday you’d show up with roses
And we’d greet the sunrise together

But that’s not possible, 'cause you’re just a fake
A dream seller with your bullshit talk
A heartbreaker who wraps you up with a glance
You don’t know what you want and you know nothing about love
And I wish she would know half of what I know about you

Let her know, haha okay

That you didn’t bring down the sky, much less the stars
And we never made it to the altar, you preferred the bottles
And the butterflies are gone, you never show up with roses
And yeah, you traveled the world, but we didn’t do it together

'Cause you’re just a fake, a dream seller
With your bullshit talk and me being the fool who fell for it
A heartbreaker who wraps you up with a glance
You don’t know what you want and you know nothing about love
And I wish she would have heard it from me first.