i told myself not to fall in love
nows not the time

i told myself he's not the one
you're too young

my head keeps telling me no
but my heart is saying yes
my body is saying now
and he's saying we'll make this work somehow, my love

it was 12:42am
we were intertwined in the sheets of his bed
"i'd marry you tomorrow, if i could"

everything was right
but so so wrong
in all the right ways

until

it was sunday
and it was raining
he asked to hold my hand on the way home

then dropped me off
for the last time