The Art of Idealism

I tend to fall in love
With only just the image of
The perfect, quintessential love ideal
The fiction that I reproduce
Is something that I'll hold you to
A pedestal of fanciful untruth

You don't know
What it's like to see
All the best in you
But the worst in me and
You don't know
What it's like to dream
Of the perfect scene
Well, I'm only dreaming

Be careful where you're going, boy
You don't know what you're in for
I tend to give a little more
Than you bargained for
I'll love the you that isn't here
The fabricated gold veneer
That fades into the atmosphere
My dear

You don't know
What it's like to see
All the best in you
But the worst in me and
You don't know
What it's like to dream
Of the perfect scene
Well, I'm only dreaming