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Expectations vs Reality
If you've seen the movie (500) Days of Summer
 You will understand
 The scene that's such a bummer
 Because the protagonist's dreams are ripped out of his hands
 
 Well if this was a movie
 You'd be outside my door
 Saying you're sorry
 For all the fights before
 
 You'd drive the extra hours over to my house
 Stand outside my window and start throwing rocks
 But no, this is so unrealistic
 Or so everyone tells me...
 
 If I had it my way, I'd be in my room
 Listening to music waiting for you
 But I decided the day I'm over you,
 is the day you'll show up in my driveway
 I'll open my door and you'll kiss me
 In the pouring rain
 
 Wake up! Wake up!
 Get out of my head!
 I can't hurt myself with fantasies like this
 Insomniac still at 2 am
 
 "Hello! Kylie, are you with us today?"
 I snap back to reality as the teacher calls my name
 
 Because in reality I will drive home
 You will not show up at the end of the day
 And when that bell rings
 All these people won't see
 The happy that is potentially there
 
 I will drive home and grab the mail
 Without a letter explaining what went wrong 
 And when my dogs bark at nothing
 I'll still race down the stairs for someone who's been gone 
 
 And I'll open my door and sit on my porch
 Curl up my feet and say to myself, "Stupid Girl."
 
 I will sing some washed up love song and head to the computer or phone
 I'll talk to you and you'll say, "How are you?!" being sincerely stoked.
 We'll talk for hours about times we should have let go
 But the distance is just too far
 And I have to let you go
 
 It's agonizing when the person you love is so close yet so far away from you
 And through the long talks and hardships, I know you still love me too.

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