Go to a concert, repaint my room in green
Drink vodka, go to Ikea
Wear a low-cut top, rent a furnished place and then wreck everything

Cry for no reason, buy a dog
Pretend to be hurt and set sail
Smoke way too much, take the subway and take a picture of you

Throw everything out the windows
Love you with all my being
I'm only good at that
Does that disappoint you?
I found nothing better to do
And it may seem quite ordinary
But it's the list of things I want to do with you

Make you die of laughter, inhale your sighs
Lock myself up all day, write love words
Drink my black coffee, wake up late, cry on a sidewalk

Hold me against your heart, forgive your mistakes
Play the guitar, dance on a counter
Fill a shopping cart, have a little girl and get my driver's license

Throw everything out the windows
Love you with all my being
I'm only good at that
Does that disappoint you?
I found nothing better to do
And it may seem quite ordinary
But it's the list of things I want to do with you

I know, I'm too naive
To make the non-exhaustive list
Of all these things I would like to do with you

Kiss you everywhere, love each other when we're drunk
Watch the news and smoke way too much
Arouse your suspicions, ask for your forgiveness and call you an idiot

Have a bit of spleen, listen to Janis Joplin
Watch you sleep, watch me heal, ride a bike for two
Tell each other we're happy, annoy the envious

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