I would really love to fall asleep with you right next to me under the sheets.
Rent a fixer up by the stream.
Playing my guitar on the rope swing.
Doing cartwheels in a clover meadow.
Climbing up trees where we get real high.
Making out in a core of a weepy willow.
Then I open my eyes and I know that it will never be ours no it’s not our fault
it’s the fault in our stars.
All because of one degree to far.
That won’t be who we are.
Slowly search your pockets for your keys while I count the freckles on your
cheeks keep pictures of our vows in a shoe box.
Next to where I pair your mitchmatched socks.
Blow me a kiss as the laundry drys.
Wave you hello from the kitchen window.
Don’t wanna open my eyes cause I know that it will never be ours no it’s not
our fault it’s the fault in our stars.
All because of one degree to far.
That won’t be who we are.
When my weary eyes are closing I get lost ohhh and I doze off for a moment.
I never wanted to end cause I know that it will never be ours no it’s not our
fault it’s the fault in our stars all because of one degree to far.
That won’t be who we are, we are, we are