She's blue under red lights,
Drowning in a dive bar.
She's framed in the window
With two of her friends.
Mixed drinks and pop songs
And bland conversations.
She puts on a fake smile
Over desperate green eyes.
She's searching for that savior, she is settling for less.
Choking on her fairytales and those John Hughes endings.
But there will be soft skin and pillows to share.
She's nailed to the white picket with her heart on her sleeve.
He's crushed in the corner
In the company of bad posture.
And trying to look busy,
Peeling the label from a beer.
Broke down and bitter,
He is slow dancing with spite.
He puts some change in the juke box
And speaks through a song.
He's searching for that savior, he is settling for less.
Strangled by those standards and those John Hughes endings.
But there will be soft skin and pillows to share.
He's nailed to the white picket with his heart on his sleeve.
Two arrows struck when their eyes first crossed paths,
They were paralyzed by each other causing cupid's content.
He broke the stare shyly, she brushed her hair from her face.
They were pulled to each other by the center of the room.
And with his heart jumping he tried to try hello,
She blessed his cheek with a kiss before he could speak.
And he took her hand, they took to the door,
They were red under dark skies and smooth summer rain.
We're searching for those saviors, we're settling for less.
It's so self inflicted when dreams become deadly.
But there will be soft skin and pillows to share.
We're all nailed to the white pickets with our hearts on our sleeves.