Standing here making coffee.
Can't believe I'm only making one
If you were here
I would be making two
One for me, one for you.
But you're not here
So I suppose it doesn't matter
I suppose you're just making your own.
It's kinda maddening
To sit and think
That you could be here.
If things were different.
If things were different
Would I know you at all?
Would I miss you as much as I do?
Would any of this be relevant?
Or would I be nothing to you?
Does this time spend apart
Change us inside?
Does it make us value time more?
When I see you
Would I be as excited?
Would your love for me be as sure?
Questions, all questions
I wish the answers were mine
But don't ask anyone these questions
You just might not like what you find.
If things were different
I might be holding you now
But looking the opposite way
If things weren't tough and difficult
I just might not know you today
So keeping what I have
And trying to be somewhat content
Even though it's not always perfect
I'm glad I went the way I went.
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