I’ve had eleven men

but you’re nothing like them

that’s what I say to myself

as I wake up beside you, in love

we got our own place

you got this gorgeous face

but when you leave for those books

I know what’s coming, young love

and it’s the forgetting that I’m dreading

forgetting the way your fingers feel

it’s strange to know

one day I won’t know you at all, darling

at all, darling

it’s strange to know

one day I won’t know you at all, darling

at all, darling

you leave and lock the door

I pick up your guitar

I’d let you touch me for years

but you won’t, will you, young love

it’s the forgetting that I’m dreading

forgetting the way your fingers feel

it’s strange to know

one day I won’t know you at all, darling

at all, darling

it’s strange to know

one day I won’t know you at all, darling

at all, darling

at all

we’re ghosts before we’re dead

two memories in a bed

another line in the song

of young lovers who’ve loved, and moved on

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