In love with you or the thought of you

The difference isn’t important to me

I keep myself busy loving the version of you

That I made into whatever I wanted you to be

 

Distance and disconnect could never bother me

I use you selfishly to make myself happy

My version of you would never hurt me

I could live my whole life in this fantasy

 

Putting your love in the other’s hands is scary

When feelings could change, there is no guarantee

So I avoid the burn instead of looking for remedy

Because I hate making promises I can’t keep