I don't want to drive in my carnwith no one in the passenger seatnexcept for my sweater and some Kerouac novel.nNo, I need you next to me.nnAnd I don't want to take me out for breakfast:norder, eat my oatmeal, leave a tip.nCrying through six refills of coffee,nwishing you could take every other sip.nnWe could live our lives,nor we could die alone.nBut it's too easy to be happy.nI just want you to be happy.nIt's too easy to be happy.nnI don't want to send myself a postcardnof places I would rather be with you,nor write myself how lonely that I'm feelingnas if I never knew.nnAnd I don't want to sleep all through the nightnand wake up in the morning to myself.nI think I'd rather sleep out in the rainnas long as you could keep me company.