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