The Lucky Ones Who Love You

I don't want nothing from you
I just want to be your friend
Though my conversation is clumsy
and you've more time to spend
I can't call it a finale
But I do guess this is this end
I was hurt there for a heartbeat
but now there's nothing much to mend.

If I don't see you in the alley
Or meet down the bed
where It's nice and familiar out there
in a world that's yours to invent
the world is yours
the world is yours
the world is yours

I need you in my slippers
I don't need you in my songs
I don't need your voice wrapped in whispers
pushed up against my tongue

I don't need you in my kitchen
With your belt loop around my thumb
I just want to be counted
among the lucky ones
who love you
'cause I'm afraid I already do
and I fear I need an excuse
Oh I fear I need an excuse
But I'm never against you
I'm never against you
I'm never against

My name's a page I'm turning
and I sit here by myself
where one day I'll be returning
this one book back to the shelf
and leaving it there for someone else

Cause I don't want to sing about love
and I don't want to think about death
Take a look at me now
Here I go again

Don't look at me now
Don't look at me now
Don't look at me, look at me, now