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The lifespan of the last happy couple (the man's perspective)
I love you like I needed you I loved you like a man who cared I loved you but I left you wanting
not delivering me staying in shadows bare away from light on the outside
but out there you aren’t the brightest rose, full of sullen hues of love
you’re the flower that hadn’t bloomed, that’s how I loved
your petals buried alive who living inside you brightness would blind you if you ever got a look at it
look at it. “Look at her! Everyone come and see the sun! It’s beautifully bright and she’s only begun!”
And if you showed your petals gave them the loving soil from with in which to go
Then only then would people see the beautiful lady whom I’ve come to know
The world rejoice now given a voice you beat the shackles firmly rooted in the the skin you shed
you were gorgeous now to them, though to me you've always been
but trust me this is better
You kissed me and my head broke open
spilling party confetti all over the park
We ran around the whole city that day
You died last week. Cancer.
We're both old, now, though,
teeth in cups, gray hair, though still our dignity
we were so close
And now that you're gone, I can't seem to find myself.
I love you like I needed you I loved you like a man who cared I loved you but I left you wanting
not delivering me staying in shadows bare away from light on the outside
but out there you aren’t the brightest rose, full of sullen hues of love
you’re the flower that hadn’t bloomed, that’s how I loved
your petals buried alive who living inside you brightness would blind you if you ever got a look at it
look at it. “Look at her! Everyone come and see the sun! It’s beautifully bright and she’s only begun!”
And if you showed your petals gave them the loving soil from with in which to go
Then only then would people see the beautiful lady whom I’ve come to know
The world rejoice now given a voice you beat the shackles firmly rooted in the the skin you shed
you were gorgeous now to them, though to me you've always been
but trust me this is better
You kissed me and my head broke open
spilling party confetti all over the park
We ran around the whole city that day
You died last week. Cancer.
We're both old, now, though,
teeth in cups, gray hair, though still our dignity
we were so close
And now that you're gone, I can't seem to find myself.