Story

There is a story, it was written for each Of us, and it's yet to be told This is the last one, it's always the best one But first you must rid of the old At first it's on repeat, a march to the same beat Around and around like we do They proceed to tell us, darling, keep your head up Go on march along like you do And then, all the sudden You face the final spin You know, what's comin' And you want it again and again 'Cause baby, is this a dream? Or maybe, I can hardly sleep 'Cause baby, you're what was missing The final piece to my story There is a pathway, not always the right way But always the one that we go This is the one to get through so it's done So we leave all behind that we know And it's a masquerade, it keeps us in a daze The concealing ways that we do We pull strings of corsets, taking away our breath The way we progress like we do And then, all the sudden The mask is ripped to shreds You know, what's coming next And never will you need to look back 'Cause baby, is this a dream? Or maybe, I can hardly sleep 'Cause baby, you're what was missing The final piece to my story The carousel, we want it to end The wishing well, we want to dive in We're wishing well to stories broken So now, we can begin Now baby, this isn't a dream And I, I can hardly sleep 'Cause baby, you're the missing piece Fit perfectly in my story 'Cause once we hit the final page We forget about yesterdays And I don't know how I ever lived Without you in every minute And we are only at the start of it