you'd know what i mean

i used to be that kind of girl, you know?
pretending not to care, dancing all night long
mocking the white horse and his no-fun prince
writing poems of a broken heart

well, the catch is that the kind of girl i am never gives her heart
the thing is not that there weren't boys good enough
guess some of them were great, actually

but you just happen to be perfect
with all your accidental words and the ones you choose so fucking right
i love your soul when i'm asleep
and i dream i'll fall in love with you when i wake up