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First Night

Soft gentle light a glow
On my bed hunkered low
Sweat pants and socks scattered on the floor
Orange and white Garfield cat waiting outside my door
His meows ring a melancholy tone
But what a strange feeling this first night alone

Day after day, night after night
I know to me black was black and white was white
Each time you were wrong and I was right
Stare at my watch and wait for daylight
Or watch the end of my cigarrette's tip burrning bright
And all the ashes falling to the floor
Still our cat is waitting outside the door
I'll let him in if he continues to moan
I guess a night with a cat is not a night alone

And if it so happens that you should feel the same
And I admit that I am to blame
And your desire for company you can not tame
Then message my phone even if in vein

Ill still lie close even if we are apart
And you can sleep with your hand on my heart
And if this life wasn't so damned tart
Our relationship would be as it was in the start
...
And I guess I wouldn't have had to depart

But all these words are of no use now
And outside the cat continues to meow
I guess I will go and let him in
I guess he can lie on the bed and listen to me groan
About spending my first night with him alone

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