I settled for love that only left me scarred Only told me I'm gorgeous when he's semi-hard And I cried in the bathroom while he played guitar Now I lay in the bedroom and I travel far He called me a flower and still broke my heart Oh, he picked on my petals and tore me apart Now I'm out in the garden 'cause love didn't last in real life So I spend my time reading about it Turning the pages and pages Allowing mysеlf to fade in the story about him Kissed mе in chapters Loved me in writing I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning We'll have a house And the house is home And the home has a fence And I won't be alone Leave a kiss on my forehead And I won't have to worry 'Cause our hearts never break If we're living in a story And I'II make you breakfast And some for the kids And they'll play piano And take vitamins And they'll believe in love 'Cause they look up to us And you would just adore me Living in a story I'll be the author, the insomniac So creative and maybe I'II get paperback And I'll bookmark the pages to freeze where I'm at Because time doesn't freeze I'll beg and I'II plead just to wait here a second The snow falls upon your eyelashes, it's heaven Reality's hell, we'll be somewhere in Devon And we'll bake a pumpkin pie Spend all of my time reading about it Turning the pages and pages Allowing myself to fade in the story about him Kissed me in chapters Loved me in writing I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning We'll have a house And the house is home And the home has a fence And I won't be alone Leave a kiss on my forehead And I won't have to worry 'Cause our hearts never break If we're living in a story And I'II make you a breakfast And some for the kids And they'll play piano And take vitamins And they'll believe in love 'Cause they look up to us And you would just adore me Living in a story There will be no pain and no crying No sitting in silence No wishing for change No change in my diet No guilt on your conscience No blood on your hands No salt in our seas No stones in our sand There's no hatred or violence No little white lying No waiting for pain No love unrequited No thorns on my roses No sorrow unplanned Till then I'm content With my book in my hand