“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche https://youtube/watch?v=WHBoWTNGsU4 My father sits at night with no lights on His cigarette glows in the dark. The living room is still; I walk by, no remark. I tiptoe past the master bedroom where My mother reads her magazines. I hear her call sweet dreams, But I forgot how to dream. But you say its time we moved in together And raised a family of our own, you and me - Well, thats the way Ive always heard it should be: You want to marry me, well marry. My friends from college theyre all married now; They have their houses and their lawns. They have their silent noons, Tearful nights, angry dawns. Their children hate them for the things theyre not; They hate themselves for what they are- And yet they drink, they laugh, Close the wound, hide the scar. But you say its time we moved in together And raised a family of our own, you and me - Well, thats the way Ive always heard it should be: You want to marry me, well marry. You say we can keep our love alive Babe - all I know is what I see - The couples cling and claw And drown in loves debris. You say well soar like two birds through the clouds, But soon youll cage me on your shelf - Ill never learn to be just me first By myself. Well O.K., its time we moved in together And raised a family of our own, you and me - Well, thats the way Ive always heard it should be, You want to marry me, well marry, Well marry. xP
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 01:12:21 +0000
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