My Own Now On

It won't be fun without you, friend I'll miss the times that we would spend Chatting, dreaming, many things Like you on vocals, me on strings Our conversation, easy flow As effortless as it could go Goodnight, good morning, also gone Accepting that my own now on I didn't mean to dig up love Though real and true, regardless of The fact we'd only share in this: Klimt and Rodin's art, The Kiss Unless somehow, someday should come With you and I, the total sum Of all the parts, us two as one A love that could not be outdone