When I’m 64

At the end of the world

Or,

When I’m 64

I want to take you

On a date

I’ll hold your hand

And whisper all the

Sweet nothings

There will be no better time

No sweeter goodbye

It will be everything

But the kitchen sink

Our love will burn us out

Before hell ever gets a bite

So–

What do you think?


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