No better than us

(A song that is just lyrics, and might not get chords. It's not quite perfect. It's a little blunt. I don't write songs this blunt, so I might try to make it less so. I don't rhyme well. It reminds me a little bit of Dr. Seuss.

knotted thread this was more than a little inspired by you,

but not in a creepy way. I hope you don't mind.

Let me know if you mind)

I'll put on the coffee while you're still asleep.

Swimming through dreams and diving down deep.

I'll knot a loose thread and tie a note

With a sketch and a painting of a little blue boat.

A kiss on your cheek will bring you to me.

My hand in yours, you won't be so lonely.

I'll steal a photo of your elbows and knees

When we eat Sunday breakfast and look at the trees.

Hop on a bike, and drive down the street

Whispering stories while we pedal our feet.

You'll go to work, and I'll think of you

Your lips, your hips, your shadow and shoes.

(Chorus)

Why did you break up and why did she go?

It's ok to be single, I'm single too you know.

I'll sing this to all the girls who don't know us

Who'd be lucky to have us, to hold us, to know us.

Although far apart, heartache's the same.

Single feels single, lonely, mundane

I'll find your soul that breathes without skin.

Make a shrine to ourselves with old bobby pins

Build a fort in the kitchen with blankets and chairs

I'll even wash and dry your old tupperware.

List off the things we've been meaning to do

And count to three thousand five hundred and two.

We'll dress just like adults and have an art show

Decorate the rooms with big yellow bows.

I'll paint the whole scene from that movie I loved

On your body with feathers from small paper doves.

(Chorus)

Why did you break up and why did she go?

It's ok to be single, I'm single too you know.

I'll sing this to all the girls who don't know us

Who'd be lucky to have us, to hold us, to know us.

Although far apart, heartache's the same.

Single feels single, lonely, mundane

We can sit on the floor and draw for a day

You're better than me, but that's still ok

I'd tell you bout here, you'd tell me bout there

I'll cook and take photos while you cut my hair.

You'll be happy with you, I'll be happy with me.

For a night and a week we'll forget we're lonely.

I will go home Tuesday, and you won't leave

We'll be back where we were with snot on our sleeves.

But we'll smile a bit more, and love love ourselves

Or at the very least re-arrange our bookshelves.

We'll know that no matter how much that we fuss,

Those girls that we loved were no better than us.