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The way I look at it, twenty years from now, who will really remember whether or not I did laundry today?
When we’re done, I’m done —
Giving up won’t be fun,
But it’s easier than convincing myself that you’re not the one.
There’ll be nothing left for you but breaking into a run,
So stick a fork in me, dear, ‘cause when we’re done, I’m done.
When you’re gone, I’m gone —
I’ve been hanging upon
Someone little bit committal and a little bit non.
There’ll be nothing left of me to look nostalgically on,
So don’t look back when you go, ‘cause when you go, I’m gone.
When we’re through, I’m through —
For I haven’t a clue
How I’d cast you from my mind and look for somebody new.
But there’s something tells us both that day is long overdue…
Just call a hearse when you’re through, ‘cause when we’re through, I’m through.
I am a proud pedestrian, and I have the right of way.
I do have, I do have, I do have, I do have, I do have the right of way.
You can run me over if you like,
You can crash into me on your bike,
But it won’t be much of a lucky strike
‘Cause I’ve got the right of way.
I am a proud pedestrian, so listen to what I say.
You’ll listen, you’ll listen, you’ll listen, you’ll listen, you’ll listen to what I say.
Many’s the day it’s rained or snowed
When I’ve bravely stridden (or maybe “strode”),
So look both ways when I cross the road,
‘Cause I’ve got the right of way!
(written in fifteen minutes on my walk to class)
I’m just a little lonesome —
Tell me pretty things.
Tell me that you’ve missed me
Through all my wanderings,
Say you loved my roses,
Say you had them dried,
Say you couldn’t leave me
If you tried.
I don’t know where I’m headed —
Tell me pretty things.
Sigh them sostenuto
Like a lover sings,
Say the spreading sunset
Darkened like the day
You said, “I’ll never leave you,
Come what may.”
Don’t make this any harder —
Tell me pretty things.
Tell me what the past holds
Is what the future brings,
Swear that you’ll be faithless,
Swear you won’t be true,
Swear to me you’ll leave him
Lonesome too.
I’m just a little lonesome —
Tell me pretty things.
Tell me that you’ve missed me
Through all my wanderings,
Say you loved my roses,
Say you had them dried,
Say you couldn’t leave me
If you tried.
I don’t know where I’m headed —
Tell me pretty things.
Sigh them sostenuto
Like a lover sings,
Say the spreading sunset
Darkened like the day
You said, “I’ll never leave you,
Come what may.”
Don’t make this any harder —
Tell me pretty things.
Tell me what the past holds
Is what the future brings,
Swear that you’ll be faithless,
Swear you won’t be true,
Swear to me you’ll leave him
Lonesome too.
Conclusion: Proper foresight entails posting Gchat statuses begging for spoons one day before one forgets to pack one.
