For Jeremy

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By Vanessa Carlton

Some people live in a house on a hill
And they wish they were someplace else
There’s nobody there when the evening is still
Secrets with no one to tell

And some I have known
Have a ship where they sleep
With sounds of rocks on the coast
They sail over oceans five fathoms deep
They can’t find what they want the most

And even now
When I’m alone
I’ve always known
With you
I am home

And some live in towns
Cardboard shack on concrete
All blustered, and bustling life
They search for the color
You can never quite see
‘Cause it’s all white on white

And even now
When I’m alone
I’ve always known
With you
I am home

And even now
When I’m alone
I’ve always known
With you
I am home

For me it’s a glimpse
And a smile on your face
A touch of your hands
An honest embrace

For where I lay, it’s you I keep
This changing world
And fall asleep
With you all I know is
I’m coming home
Coming home

Perfect Description of How I Feel

“Why, Georgia, Why?” by John Mayer

I am driving up 85 in the
kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
I’m just stuck inside the gloom Four more exits to my apartment but
I am tempted to keep the car in drive
and leave it all behind

Cause I wonder sometimes
about the outcome
Of a still verdictless life
am I living it right
am I living it right
am I living it right
why, why Georgia, why?

Rent a room and I fill the spaces with
wood and places to make it feel like home
but all I feel’s alone

It might be a quarter life crisis
or just the stirring in my soul
either way

I wonder sometimes
about the outcome
of a still verdictless life
am I living it right
am I living it right
am I living it right
why, why Georgia, why

So what so I’ve got a smile on
It’s hiding the quiet superstitions in my head Don’t believe me
don’t you dare believe me
when I say I’ve got it down

Everybody is just a stranger
but that’s the danger in going my own way
I guess it’s a price I have to pay
still everything happens for a reason
is no reason not to ask yourself if you are
living it right

Are you living it right?
Are you living it right?
Why, why Georgia, why?

I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever Get Over You – Colin Hay

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that’s far away
And when I’m done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don’t want you thinking I’m unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived ’til I was 102
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you
I’m no longer moved to drink strong whisky
‘Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived ’til I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter’s still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don’t want you thinking I don’t get asked to dinner
‘Cause I’m here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you
If I lived ’til I was 102
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you