He never shuts up,
always talkin’ about love and
living this day like it’s our last.
Never stopping to wonder
if loving is a waste of time
because really,
loving’s all he’s got.
Living in a hallway wearing
the same ratty clothes
every day, washing dishes
to keep the bills at bay and
playing the four string
to release just a
little bit of that love his own way.
I think that’s why I like him, anyway.
He’s got a hope and a spark
that someone like me could feed off of.
He doesn’t care when
I steal spare change for coffee,
says he can help me.
Says he’ll always be there.
I can’t guarantee the same but
he doesn’t care about that, either.
Just in case we don’t wake up tomorrow,
let’s be in love tonight.
Just in case nothing is the same
when the sun comes up,
let’s live today for us.
He’s something to
look forward to, that’s for sure.
And even when I could care less if
the sun comes up tomorrow,
he’ll always be there
to remind me why it should.
And that’s enough.