Saturday, January 1, 2011

You're There

What if we stop having a ball?
What if the paint chips from the wall?
What if there's always cups in the sink?
And what if I'm not what you think I am?

What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win?
And chase you with a rolling pin?
Well? What if I do?

Cuz I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up.

What if our baby comes in after nine?
What if your eyes close before mine?
What if you lose yourself sometimes?
Then I'll be the one to find you,
Safe in my heart.

-Ingrid Michaelson

Thank you, my Weese. For always being there, even when I didn't deserve it.

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