I'll Write the Song, You Sing for Me

If tomorrow morning Is the last time that we'll be together Than I want you to admit that you were wrong when you said forever And if the summer of your thinking Is a leaky ship that is sinking I want you to save a winter thought for a cloudy day I have a poorly written song that says I think you should And a sad and lonely friend telling Me you're no good I wish my brain had a map to tell me Where my heart should go I'll write the song that you sing for me baby. If tomorrow afternoon Finds me alone in an empty room Then there are spaces in the places Where all of your things used to be And now that you're gone and I am set free A lonely boy is a terrible thing to be. If tomorrow evening Is emotionally inconvenient Then what a pleasure it has been To have spent this year with you.