If you run into Charlotte in the streets of Boston
Tell her I still have a book to return to her
That I kept the same phone number
The same email address but I no longer have hers
Tell her I don't remember her name, that I have nothing to find her
And that I've been going in circles since I dreamed
That we were waiting there, there at the foot of the lighthouse
Our plaid shirts floating in the dark night

Tell her I'm not the same
But that I haven't changed
That I love someone who loves me
Tell her that I have loved
If you run into Charlotte
Tell her that I'm preparing
To never ever
To never see her again

If you run into Charlotte in the streets of Boston
Tell her that in the end, she was right
Right about Chet Baker and Nina Simone
Living isn't so scary, that time isn't so long
Above all, don't tell her anything and let her talk
Does she still have her head completely shaved?
Does she still read the future in a puddle?
Always ready to run away, a bag on her back?

Tell her I'm not the same
But that I haven't changed
That I love someone who loves me
Tell her that I have loved
If you run into Charlotte
Tell her that I'm preparing
To never ever
To never see her again

Tell her that I'm okay anyway
Even if I'm broken
That I love someone who loves me
And even that we're going to leave
That I don't know where yet
That I don't know when yet
Tell her that I can't see the end
Tell her that I'm alive

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