oh good, it really is love

we will suppose a thousand things
and not one will be true

this is the way of every day
the way of me and you

we will say how much we love
and how it's deeply real

we'll express our naked thoughts
and just exactly how we feel

then the miles will add right up
until we're millionaires

round the sun, and through the stars
an endless path of cares

this is the way of every love
the way of me and you

nothing lasts forever, dear
that's the only thing I know is true

I'll call to her in soft cliche
listen close to what she has to say

bundled in her dreams
of bitter chocolate and me, "ok,"

she'll say with kisses
hugs...it always ends that way.

Damn me to hell..please
but please
God

Please

don't slip
away

i'm drowning
in my cliches

don't drown me

in

cliche

she slips

a

way.