I wanted a love that was tender and sweet,
you had a lover that left no room for me.
We tried to make the pieces meet,
we rounded sharp edges till our fingers bled
I miss the way our fingers curled,
together as we made plans we couldn't keep.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, never turned to today,
you lost the love I gave away
I loved you like the honey loves the bees,
like the flowers love the trees
In a million, thousand ways
I never knew how to say, or when
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