The Girl Of My Dreams

At the age of thirteen, I bet no one would suspect

That I'd become a better person or somebody they'd respect

Well, as it turns out, yeah, they were right to doubt

Because here I am, staring at a girl and my heart pouts

She's perfect, she's clean, I'm no one, I'm just mean

I'm an ant inside the hill and she's the girl of my dreams

She's the image, she's the muse, and all I am is used

Well, of course I'm jealous, we're the exact same girl in different worlds

But tell me when she leaves, will I be given peace

Will I bring in the sunshine while she sits under the trees

Will I stick on the golden hearted band aids on their knees