I'll only miss her,
when I think of her
And I'll think of her, all the time
Likely I'll spend my days, hearing her turn of phrase
Things I found hard to praise
right now, would seem sublime

The truth is

I'll only miss her,
when some stranger laughs
'Cause it's still her laugh, my hearts hears
Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will
grow, the slightest bit less
And there will be moments, yes
when it disappears

I'll bet I'll forget her completely
in about a hundred years