Funny how a familiar smile becomes forgotten
And a laugh that once saved you
Is lost like a stranger -
On a crowded street in New York -
I fancy the way blankets and fingers crossed us
On Mondays
Or the way the city lights hummed as we drove
On Tuesdays
It's Friday now - and we can't spell our names
I love you / written on a steamed bathroom mirror
Lost when you opened the door to say good bye
It's not supposed to end that way ,
It's not supposed to begin that way either
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