…And anything I said would be understated Like the way my mind is sedated, Vindictive—yet vindicated. Haven’t heard your voice yet, but I already love the way you talk. If your love so fits with mine, Then we’ve rehearsed our meeting a million times Until it’s redundancy matches this absurd rhyme. And we just keep singing. [sweet, low tone harmony filling in the gaps… interrupted melody comes to a screeching halt.] Fate is the master tormentor, dangling in my face Day after day after goddamn day… Makes it so hard to find the words to say. If I had things my way, I’d wake up with you to my left And the morning would be dark, but your eyes would be bright with sunshine. […If you were mine… Impossibly dreaming, at least one more time.] |



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