Gwen Stacy Lyrics

If I called myself Gwen Stacy

Then you'd picture it

It'd make what I say about him make a little more sense

Fills the parts of me I find void

With his bright eyes the switch to joy

If I called myself Gwen Stacy

Then you'd picture it

I'm on time, he's late, he brings a bouquet

And it makes it all okay

He's got the best intentions with the worst execution

Like making a mess to make it right

Never met such a person

Who makes such a circus

Just to make me smile

You might understand it better

Might make him look better

If I called myself Gwen Stacy

Then you'd picture it

It'd make what I say about him make a little more sense

All the stuttering

All the giddy noise

Then his bright eyes

My switch to joy

And there will never ever be another life like this

And forever in an abyss of my mind

I still reminisce this

And it feels like

He could appear at my window anytime

Never ever feels like

Never ever reminisce this

Forever in my mind

If I called myself Gwen Stacy

Then you'd picture it

It'd make what I say about him make a little more sense

Yes maybe it won't last forever

But I understand things better when I write them down