"What Once Was Grand" by Tiny Robots

Well I'm not the type who's lucky in love
I don't believe someone will understand
Your cynical nature fits like a glove
I'm so relieved you are changing my plans

It scares me how much more that I need you
The look in my eyes must be obvious.
You're the kind of boy that's always so true
Your solemn ways make you easy to trust

What Once Was Grand has grown past colossal
what started as a crush is out of hand
This is like some kind of strange reversal
I'm flying high and I don't want to land

Now I have more than what I expected
Holding me so tight, safe and protected