Lyrics
Nobody ever, ever could tell her
Nobody could understand her experiences.
What it's like to fall in love
She hasn't experienced the feeling of falling in love.
Tired of searching, she wants to be perfect
She is tired of searching for perfection.
Nothings ever good enough
She finds nothing to be good enough.
And I watch, I wait
The speaker observes and waits for an opportunity to connect with her.
Catch her eye and look away
The speaker avoids direct eye contact when she notices.
Nobody ever, ever could tell her
Others also couldn't convey their feelings to her.
But I tried
The speaker attempted to tell her.
Now she keeps me hanging on the line
She keeps the speaker in suspense and uncertainty.
Praying at the sky
She prays or hopes for something, looking at the sky.
Every single night's the same
Every night feels repetitive and the same for her.
She's a perfect girl
Despite her imperfections, she is perceived as perfect.
Hanging by phone
She waits anxiously by the phone.
Praying all alone
She prays alone in solitude.
Everybody knows her name
She is widely recognized and known by everyone.
She's a perfect girl
Despite her perfection, there's a sense of emptiness.
And she wanted to want me
She desired to have feelings for the speaker.
Wanted to need me
She wanted to rely on the speaker emotionally.
Wanted all those distant stars
She desired distant and unattainable goals.
Wanted a surgeon, a full operation
She considered drastic measures for self-improvement.
But she couldn't bear the scars
She feared the emotional scars of such changes.
And she cut me well
She inflicted emotional pain on the speaker.
But she wouldn't be cut herself
She was reluctant to undergo emotional pain herself.
And nobody told me I could be lonely
The speaker realizes loneliness after falling for her.
When I fell
The speaker wasn't warned about the potential loneliness.
I'm not perfect, what's a girl to do
The speaker acknowledges imperfections.
In a perfect world I'd be perfect too
In an ideal world, the speaker wishes to be perfect for her.
But the longer that she makes me wait
The longer she delays, the more the speaker suffers emotionally.
The more my heart begins to break
The speaker's heartbreak intensifies with the prolonged wait.
But it's worth it when she comes
The anticipation is worthwhile when she eventually arrives.
In the morning she'll be gone
She will leave in the morning, and the speaker will be left alone.
And I'll be
The speaker reflects on the aftermath of her departure.
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