Miss Perfect

You look so pretty in your sleep
Tell me, are you dreaming of me?
Or do you dream about the way that things used to be?
It never was this bad
And i was good at more than just always making you sad

I know i told you that
If you'd just stay with me
Things would be fine
Until the end of time
But you know there's no such thing
As a promise ring that doesn't lose it's shine