I’ve built altars to worship you,
so when your actions are utterly human
I just don’t know what to do.
You see, you’ve made me feel like a princess,
foolishly I expect it from the way you treat me,
but your actions serve as reminders
and I wonder how I ever thought I could be
more than just a girl
who’s sometimes by your side,
or more than just a friend
who goes along for the ride.
It makes me second guess
your status in my mind
and then cracks in my idol
I begin to find.
But I just chalk that up
to foolishness on my part,
I wonder how I thought a god
could ever find good in my heart?
So maybe it’s good that you’ve acted
in a way I thought you couldn’t do,
It’s made me realize the fault lies in me—
how could I ever have thought it was in you?