i try to write songs but i'm no good

across the breakfasttable
you look so focused reading the paper
reaching for your coffee, adjusting your glasses
i seem like i'm reading the paper too
but i can't take my eyes off you

when we've turned out the lights
talked enough, said our goodnights
and your hand starts walking the path to my heart
my thoughts are racing, i just hear your breath
it seems like forever, just make it start

me and him are friends
we do things like go to the movies,
look at paintings
and go to concerts

me and him are friends
convention is overrated
it's really not that complicated
everything works out great, really

and it's not like i'm sad that i'm not the one in his life
and i'm really not crying over that i'll never be his first wife

but sometimes he looks at me with other eyes
the hidden, the rare ones, i can only see them if i glance
and sometimes, when he's sleeping next to me and i wake up early, i wonder why we never gave it a chance
but we never talk about that

and we do look very good together
but we never talk about that
and our friends really get along great
but we never talk about that
and you do have the same goals as i have in life
but i never tell you that

me and him are friends
i go on and on about my family
and my past,
and he remembers everything

i know i can be so demanding
seeking attention for everything
refusing to get up in the morning
and wearing my heart on my sleeve

and i can't really say what i like about him either
he's so stubborn,
he never calls,
and somtimes he just goes quiet when we're talking

but we really do like the same music,
being pretentious
and dressing up
sometimes i don't know how we can ever get along
but we do

i reach for his hand
it's never there

chaque

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