​42 blue June Henry

Crying a tear or two on the 42
Blue, knowing last night was the last time I'll kiss you
I cried watching Juno while you held me so close
The word forever just made me lose all hope

Cause I wanna wake up with you every morning
The image of you renders all other art boring
And I miss your soft hands
And the ways that you use them
But I hate all your words
And the ways you confuse with them
Baby I would've married you
If you would've asked me
Put a ring on a finger around which you wrapped me
Tell me a lie that is sick, and release me
Maybe then you'll show up
And then you'll be so good to me