The Dreaded Return

I'm giving up
on love and coconuts
on paradise and happiness
and a white knight in shining armor

I sit here
day after day
watching the fairytales play out
for everyone but me
In wide screen with surround sound

Maybe love doesn't really exist
just a fairytale we tell our kids
to give them hope
to give ourselves hope
Maybe love is just a tolerance that is overdramatisiced
merely for effect
and to one up the neighbors

I'm giving up
on love and coconuts
on the deception
and the illusion

All it's ever brought me is heartbreak
or a very realistic facsimile
I've been a fool to believe
there is someone out there
someone who cares so deeply
for me
someone who could change my mood
with just a glance

Someone who'll whisk me away
to anywhere
as long as we're together
we could live on love
and I'm nuts

for believing in stories
wishing on shooting stars
and not shedding the skin of a child
for holding on to nothing but pure fancy
as if it were truth

going to bed every night
wondering why my dreams
don't come true
Everyone else's seem to
But they're dreams
that's all they're meant to be

If people could really live
on love and coconuts
why would we need supermarkets
or restaurants
or divorces

I must stop lying to myself
let the poetry of the young mind go
thoughts of hope
of happiness
of love
thrown away
with rotten coconuts

But I can't
I can't let go
not while there's still a glimmer of a chance
I wasn't wrong all those years ago
not while there's a possibility
tomorrow things will change

Not while there's still hope
my body was designed to live
on nothing but
love and coconuts