Con te Partirò

the heartbreak kid, the dreamy blur

the grade-A, cliché, crying-on-your-birthday

never sang louder than a whisper

you ever listen to the crashing waves?

or the drip, drip, drip coming from the caves?

loud or soft they're still the same

i think we'll be that way to our graves

and it's like those stories you once read

as a kid, stayed up late with books in bed

where the magic's there but it's chased

by dread, mom said, you're dead, instead

can't spell my youth without you

listening to songs that we outgrew

blue ridge backpack, catskills came back

come on love, there's much to do

is it too soon to put you in a locket?

what's that song? hand in your pocket

that's a reference, did you clock it?

one way to the moon and it's on my rocket

i am god, dear and weak

built upon the havoc that you wreak

comfort in each other, it's what you seek

haven't checked the weather but it don't look bleak

you are beauty, but i'm hardly beast

just a stray dog gnawing at his leash

ain't much a looker to say the least