The Art of Hoping Hard Songtext

And we'll wear our fancy clothes
We'll dine with the stars
And we'll be living our
dreams in between our glass of wine
and our grails of champagne
That's the way we will be.
Honey, sweetie, just you and me.

Now knowing that nothing will go as planned,
I'll just stop planning it all and again
and I'll mend
these wound I've accrued.
I thought life without you was the end.
I'll pretend that you never existed.
I'll wash you straight out of my head.
My head.
My head.

And I'll wear all my fancy clothes.
I'll dine with the stars. This used to be our dream.
I'll convene
with this glass of red wine
and my grail of champagne.
That's the way I will be.

Darling, you'll live on as a fond memory.