I think I made you up inside my head You see me for who I am You see me for what I love. My sense of style. My humor. The way I sing all my favorite songs As loud as I can Even though I sound horrible. And the way that I laugh until my ribs hurt. I think I made you up inside my head Because you love me for who I am. You love me Even when I stammer Forgetting how to speak, When I'm not yet comfortable. You love me even without makeup. You love me even when I eat Twice as much as you. When I feel too loud. Too much. Too tired. You love me even when I can't love myself. You love me even when my thoughts make my ribs hurt For all the wrong reasons. You love me even when I feel disgusting. Broken. Unworthy. You stay Even when there are plenty of reasons to leave. And because of that I think I made you up inside my head. Because you love me For who I am. I think I made you up inside my head. Because people like you Don't exist in the real world. Not in my world. But I think I needed to I think I needed you.