When they exchange marriage vows and begin life together
Carved are their hearts in rock maybe forever
Once traveled spots and coffee mugs are collected
They finally sleep under their roof in the coldest of winters

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Come on my love lets tie my leg to yours
Forget the others, we’ll see how far we go
If we fall, we’ll use each others force
Even if we walk on sticks and stones, and embers

Crawling under bedsheets to find their phones
Scraped knee caps, fresh tire tracks, no time for scorn
"We’ll meet for dinner tonight maybe if we’re home!"
At least they’ll call to not feel alone

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Trash piled high and food in the fridge missing
The dogs and cats are in the living room pissing
Coffee stained love notes trapped in the sofa
When will it end, when will it end.

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Therapy is rough, but not compared to seeing eachothers' mothers
Sometimes they wonder if they really love each other
"I’m sick to death eating Amys dinners!"
They'll stick it through, they aren't quitters

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…even if it burns our feet.