What gives, what helps the intuition
I'll know, I'll know
(Oh) I won't have to be shown
The way home
And it's not about a boy
Although, although
They can lead you
They can defeat you
A destination known
Only by the one
Whose fate is overgrown
Piecemeal could break your home
And have
A love is not complete
With only heat
And they can tease you
They can complete you
And in came the heatwave
A merciful save
You choose, you chose
Poetry over prose
A map is more unreal
Than where you've been
Or how you feel
And it's impossible to tell
How important someone was
And what you might have missed out on
And how he might have changed it all
And how you might've changed it all for him
And how you might have it all
And how you might've changed it all for him
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I miss out on you