The night draws on and I'm alone
My bed is too big without you in it
But I still haven't met you yet
I reach to touch you, hold you, kiss you
I close my eyes and see you
But I still haven't met you yet
Our love is pure and undying
Nothing can tear us apart
But I still haven't met you yet
The days are endless and I'm alone
My world is too small without you in it
But I still haven't met you yet
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And so...
We are forever nostalgic
For our past future selves.
This is not where we were going.
Never how we thought we'd end up.
For where, pray tell, is the joy
In your practicality
While we feel so alone,
Surrounded by all these people?
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