i hate to hear you think aloud rehearsing my eulogy from the couch maybe if i leave well figure out how i misread your envy for dreams out loud i am a hyphen curling in the sun born in between and prone to no one but i am where you belong my love oh i am where you belong my love dont die beside someone wrong my love oh i am where you belong my love at lunch you applaud my honesty imagine i lived as well as i can speak between what we do and what we are is a perilous pause i cant endure i am a hyphen curling in the sun born in between and prone to no one but i am where you belong my love oh i am where you belong my love dont die beside someone wrong my love oh i am where you belong my love