You know you're in my crosshairs, right? The way I act, you'd think you owe me money, But tell them I'm a sweetheart despite everything, I even wrote my name on your hand because you only know me as "the annoying girl", but you keep forgetting it (it's okay). I've written our story, From beginning to end, I make up a whole life with you inside my head, You come visit me every night in my dreams and call me baby, But reality doesn't quite match up, So don't I have every right to fix that? I don't know how to get over the fact that I love the idea I have of you. (I love the idea of you, I love the idea of you, I love the idea of you...) I love the idea of you being mine. Didn't I let you have female friends and even a girl best friend? Did I ever rip their hair out? Didn't I let you love the rain and cats? See, I don't mind not being the only thing you love, So why do you call me excessive? If that's what you call obsession, then you haven't seen anything yet. Can't you see everything I've done for you? I've written our story, From beginning to end, I make up a whole life with you inside my head, You come visit me every night in my dreams and call me baby, But reality doesn't quite match up, So don't I have every right to fix that? I don't know how to get over the fact that I love the idea I have of you. (I love the idea of you, I love the idea of you, I love the idea of you...) I love the idea of you being mine. Nobody gets to touch this mirage, The reality that only my eyes can see, Everyone else sees absolutely nothing, They get the privilege of being part of the things that matter to you, But me? Not yet. So I won't stop until you love me. I've written our story, From beginning to end, I make up a whole life with you inside my head, You come visit me every night in my dreams and call me "baby", But reality doesn't quite match up, So don't I have every right to fix that? I don't know how to get over the fact that I love the idea I have of you. (I love the idea of you, I love the idea of you, I love the idea of you...) You come visit me every night in my dreams and call me "baby", But reality doesn't quite match up, So don't I have every right to fix that? I don't know how to get over the fact that I love the idea I have of you. (I love the idea of you, I love the idea of you, I love the idea of you...) I.... I love the idea of you being mine.
