If I ever told you why
Would you ever understand?
If I ever asked you why,
Could ever give me the answer I seek?
You always say you love me
You loved her.
But when talk about Alaska
I wish more than ever
That I was her.
She is a character of fiction
Spun from an unknown mind.
Different to every one who reads it.
You see one you loved.
In Alaska I see
What I want to be
The girl I have to be.
The girl I will never be.
Beautiful, mysterious, unpredictable
Impossible not to fall for and impossible to keep
A captivating phantasm
Untouchable but broken
How broken would I have to be to be Alaska?
Break my body to make it more beautiful?
Break my mind to be coy, unpredictable, alluring?
Break and destroy what little I have to call myself to become the faded shadow ghost of an imaginary girl?
I can never be Alaska.
I can never be as imperfectly perfect as she is.
I can never be as beautifully broken.
I can never be the perfect girl.
I will never be Alaska.
So I'll wish for the phantasm.
Wish for the charm.
But never be the one to be your perfect.