Baby, you never warned me --
I wouldn't have listened anyway
Always something more to say
and the conversation continues
Long after the last goodbye
Never savoring the last minute
That never comes --
One day and not the next
Like tears or words could explain
Choked back before they come
I founder, searching for a feeling
The absence appreciable
--- imagining you here
It's not the idea of love
that's meant to last
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