“If you don’t, I’ll start drinking like the way I drank before. And I just won’t have a future anymore.”
Well you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf.
I don’t take you out that often ’cause I know that I’ve completed you
and that’s why you are here.
That is the reason you stay here.
How awful that must feel.
You said you would be my dream. I could have you every night
’cause you are the reoccurring kind.
You are the reoccurring kind.
You never really leave my mind.
Are you the love of my lifetime? ‘Cause there have been times I have had my doubts.
We were just kids when I first kissed you in the attic of my parents house,
and I wish we were there now.
It took so long to figure out
what this book has been about.
Now I write when I’m away letters that you never read.
You said go to explore those other women,
the geography of their bodies
but there is just one map you’ll need.
You will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.