Joshua Bassett - Now i've got to let you go

Close the book before it turns to tragedy

Tear the treehouse down, give up the fantasy

Nothin' to regret since the day we met

Glad we took a chance makin' our own world

Perfectly imperfect like it had to be


Who thought that one first kiss

Would turn into two heartbreaks?

'Cause since we were young, I swore

I'd never walk away