It took seven years,
Seven years and terrible sex
For me to realize that we didn't belong together.
You're my best friend.
Despite the terrible sex.
You've seen me naked.
I've seen your penis.
So there's no secrets.
You listen to my thoughts at three in the morning
Just as you do at three in the afternoon.
You sing to On Melancholy Hill
And my heart melts.
Because I could listen to you sing
That one song
Forever
And NEVER get tired of it.
I don't think I'm still in love with you,
But I do think I want you in my life
For as long as possible.
