Lover

You sort of remind me of a guy I met at the club,

He was sweet and wouldn't leave without buying me a drink;

The wind blew and my hair rustled as we walked through the November weather,

And the next morning he left without saying goodbye.

I feel sort of guilty sometimes, if I think about it too long,

And I often wonder if I'd be better off alone,

But I always end up back at the bar and back to my apartment,

Whether I'm sipping coffee or laying in bed after he's left.

But I don't have to feel guilty about being with you;

I don't have to worry about being lonely,

Or being caught up with the wrong guy late at night,

Now that I have you. 

     As long as I'm with you, and you're with me

     I don't have to go around worrying anymore.