Ever After

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In the beginning, there was one chap
Tryna write a Chapter One
When She came along
She helped him turn the page
Of their story from day-to-day
It was indescribably fun
But now it seems
As the spines are bending
There's no happy ending
Not on my Good Reads
What started as a romance
Ended as a tragedy
But we could write a second book
(If you give me a second look)
We can change those tears to laughter
We could be 
Happily
Ever after
Ever after
We'd have laughter
Ever after
Am I too bold, for your Italic Type?
Asking for ink on the dotted line
It's cos I know that we'd be fine
You want our Condensed Futura?
We're rolling down Ventura
With a sunset in the sky
But one cannot read
The book which is unwritten
The bullet must be bitten
We've been on a Big Sleep
Now say Farewell, My Lovely
Or tell me that you love me
And we'll write a second book
(This time they'll know to look)
They'll wish us years of laughter
But it won't always be happily
But it will be you and me
Ever after
Ever after
We'll have la-
Lots of unforeseen twists
And plenty of action
We've already got history
So let's make this one fantastic
And if our book doesn't sell
Then we'll rewrite it after
We're doing living our lives
Through these times of disaster
I'll get madder, and fatter
I'll drive you up the rafters
You'll call out my fictions 
Be my biographer
You'll laugh at my poems
I'll hold your bag at the Baftas
And we'll look back 
As the pastures fly by faster
But if you ever can't look past the afterglow
Of the everlasting and you feel low
If they ever scratch out my name from our list of characters
In this tale told by an idiot
Know you'll always have the sound of my
Laughter
Ever after
In the end, there will be one chap
Tryna write a Chapter One-Hundred

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