I miss the person that you aren't,
the one you could have been,
and these glasses were so tinted
that I couldn't see you.
It saddened me deeply
to bid farewell to your beauty,
I swear, love; that I'll never forget
the person that you aren't,
the one you might have been.
My neon heart
is a lit lamp that's switched on
by its own fantasy.
I dressed in white
and went out into the street
covered in butterflies for you.
I hired a band,
you put on your suit,
but I didn't recognize you when I saw you;
oh, I took off my heels and ran.
I wanted the person that you're not,
the one you should pretend to be,
like scrap metal in a lot for rent,
painted like a Jaguar.1
You're not enough for me forever,
I swear, love; that I'm not going to forget
the person that you're not,
the one who knew how to make me fall in love2
Oh, my neon heart
is a lit lamp that's switched on
by its own fantasy.
I dressed in white
and went out into the street
covered in butterflies for you.
I hired a band,
you put on your suit,
but I didn't recognize you when I saw you;
oh, I took off my heels and ran...
...far away from here, far away from here,
far away from you.
I dressed in white
and went out into the street
covered in butterflies for you.
I hired a band,
you put on your suit,
but I didn't recognize you when I saw you;
oh, I took off my heels and ran.
1. A piece of junk disguised like a Jaguar car.2. with them