I’ll only miss her when I think of her
And I’ll think of her All the time
Likely I’ll spend my days Hearing her turn of phrase
Things I found hard to praise right now would seem sublime The truth is
I’ll only miss her when some stranger laughs
Coz it’s still her laugh My heart hears
Maybe in time I guess the longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments yes
When it disappears I bet I’ll forget her completely
In about a hundred In about a hundred years