Is It Because They Are So Comfortable,

When Someone Loves You Up One Side And Down The Other Like That, You Make Every Effort To Stick Around.

When It's All Over, You're Remembered For What You Did, Not What You Said You Were Going To Do.

The Ideas Choose Me, Not The Other Way Around.

What I Really Want To Tell Him Is To Pick Up That Baby Of His And Hold Her Tight, To Set The Moon On The Edge Of Her Crib And To Hang Her Name Up In The Stars.

It Is So Strange, To Encounter An Ex. It's As If You're In A Foreign Film, And What You're Saying Face-to-face Has Nothing To Do With The Subtitles Flowing Beneath You. We Are So Careful Not To Touch, Although Once Upon A Time, I Slept Plastered To Him In Our Bed, Like Lichen On A Rock. We Are Two Strangers Who Knows Every Shameful Secret, Every Hidden Freckle, Every Fatal Flaw In Each Other.