Sara and Tom were good in bed
Naïve, ambitious, and underfed
Drunk on possibilities
He thought he'd act, she played guitar
Some kind of art, they'd both be stars
Overconfident and tending bar
At Lucky Strike and Balthazar
She wore his clothes, he cut her hair
They drank each other's secrets in
But that's how all young love begins
You're brighter than the sun
And I revolve around you
You're the only one
Out of millions that surround you
I belong to you
After three years,
it became clear
With close inspection,
no one's perfection
Honestly, you sure you want me to be
The last one you'll ever know?
The last one you'll ever know?
Aren't you scared you'll say
When we're old and gray
A better life has passed you by
And I'd be the reason why?
Clubs and diamonds, spades and hearts
Free will and fate both play their part
All have history, all are scarred
Trust no one
Stay on guard