Let’s pretend that this means something:
your hands are holding mine, your eyes are looking
only at me—only at me—so this ought to mean something.
Let’s pretend that you smiling as you whisper
into my ear means something. I don’t know what it
means, but let’s pretend, even for a while, that
we have our own little bubble when we’re together,
and everyone sees that—everyone sees we’re happy,
that there has never been two people together that fit so well
like they’ve been searching for each other their whole lives.
Let’s pretend you falling silent when I’m laughing
means something, I don’t know, it should have meant something.
Let’s pretend it’s god, you’re beautiful that you’re muttering,
instead of there’s something we need to talk about.
Let’s pretend, let’s pretend, let’s keep pretending,
let’s stay in our own little bubble, let’s stay happy together,
let’s not say things aren’t meant to be, let’s not say goodbye
like it’s all too easy, like it didn’t happen at all,
please don’t tell me to give up on my feelings,
please don’t ask me to move on, let’s keep pretending,
no, don’t let go of my hand, don’t look at me like that—
I don’t want to say the dream’s over, this has to mean something;
I can still do this.
I can still pretend you love me too.