In the museum of my life
You are the curator of love
The keeper of chocolate wrappers
And old newspapers
I am the
Forgettor of anniversaries
And loser of key rings
You hold our memories
While I clutch at
Hastily brought roses
Snatched probably from a funeral
With the dearly
departed card still hanging
You remember all dates
That blue shirt,
those awful red shoes
I sleep through movies,
snoring even as Hugh Grant
gallantly runs across the celluloid
You hold us together
My curator of love
I just hold
You
--
You are the curator of love
The keeper of chocolate wrappers
And old newspapers
I am the
Forgettor of anniversaries
And loser of key rings
You hold our memories
While I clutch at
Hastily brought roses
Snatched probably from a funeral
With the dearly
departed card still hanging
You remember all dates
That blue shirt,
those awful red shoes
I sleep through movies,
snoring even as Hugh Grant
gallantly runs across the celluloid
You hold us together
My curator of love
I just hold
You
--
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