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