Last night I dreamt
of another plane
where instead of you
a faceless woman shared my name.
And I sat with her
on a couch
in a room so strange.
It had barber shop walls
and Raggedy Ann dolls.
The TV was off,
but turned up loud.
Everything was something I could live with,
just nothing I couldn’t do without.
And I woke up lonesome,
And I woke up believing in a love
I forgot I knew.
And I woke up singing a love song,
like I’d known it all along.
Everything is something I could live with,
it’s you I couldn’t do without.
Everything is something I could learn to live with,
it’s just you I couldn’t do without.
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