Ill Write the Song, You Sing for Me

If tomorrow morning
Is the last time that well be together
Then I want you to admit that you were wrong when you said forever
And if the summer of your thinking
Is a leaky ship that is sinking
I want you to save a winter thought for a cloudy day
I have a poorly written song that says
I think you should
And a sad and lonely friend telling
Me youre no good
I wish my brain had a map to tell me
Where my heart should go
Ill write the song that you sing for me, baby
If tomorrow afternoon
Finds me alone in an empty room
Then there are spaces in the places
Where all of your things used to be
And now that youre gone and I am set free
A lonely boy is a terrible thing to be
If tomorrow evening
Is emotionally inconvenient
Then what a pleasure it has been
To have spent this year with you