You are now my hiraeth.
My home away from home.
My single last drop of happiness.
My last hope in romance
and you blew it.
Oh my hiraeth if it werent for you
I would be smiling at the sound of an electric guitar.
Getting excited to sing my lungs out to Bruno Mars.
Enjoy the thought of going to Texas.
You ruined that my hiraeth.
You ruined me.
Oh my hiraeth if you didn't charm me with your looks.
If I didn't fall madly in love with your voice,
you wouldn't have been my hiraeth.
This is where it ends, to the girl I met this summer
to becoming my hiraeth.
Author Notes: If Bruno Mars didn't make Grenade, I wouldn't know how to heal.