My dream boat must be lost at sea
That's the only explanation there can be
Years ago
We were supposed to meet
Cute as a movie script
I'd bump into him at the bar
We'd say sorry in unison
Realize we were waiting
For dates who don't show
We'll talk and laugh
Share dating disasters
Meander about the city
Hold hands
Then we'll run off into the sunset
Maybe he's also a poet
My forever guy
Must be stranded on an island somewhere
That’s the only thing that makes sense to me
Right now
He's working desperately
To find a way
To bump into me
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