we just want someone (great) to share our lives with

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I don’t want a girl
Who hangs on every word I say
Shows me off to her parents over roast beef on Sunday
I don’t want a girl who thinks she has to fake
I don’t want a girl who laughs at every little joke I make
I just want someone to share my life with

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And then what? Then what, when someone is gone? How do you trust in the possibility of love again when there are so few great people, when it’s so hard to trust in anything, in anyone? 

Then there is mourning and melancholia

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I wish that we could talk about it
But there, that’s the problem
With someone new I couldn’t start it
Too late for beginnings


The little things that made me nervous
Are gone in a moment
I miss the way we used to argue
Locked in the basement

The worst is all the lovely weather 
I’m stunned it’s not raining 
The coffee isn’t even bitter 
Because what’s the difference 
There’s all the work than needs to be done 
It’s late for revision 
There’s all the time and all the planning 
And songs to be finished 


And it keeps coming 
And it keeps coming 
And it keeps coming 
‘til the day it stops