We were lovers, we were kissers We were holders of hands, we were make-believers just losing time
You said you'd rather live in T.V. land and then say that you can but you don't That's heartless and I will not cry
But I'm still in love And I'm still in love...
You're dreams of acting on screen. What do they mean? You'll be dancing senseless in your bedroom and You find yourself out of a job and before too long You'll be selling lemonade to the overpaid And I'm still in love...
I remember it was summer; I was out of my head but you would You're selfish and a waste of space