I was happy in the haze of a blonde champagne hour, but heaven knows i'm miserable now. Part of me knows what you're thinking. We can't see the stars in the city, but we knew that forever ago. Go find another lover. Although with winter coming, you're still very lovable. All the flowers in your hair have me thinking you're a child. Teenage dream in the beach house.
This can be better. You can be happy. Try.