bande à part

John and Eri being themselves somewhere in Los Angeles

I just held on and hoped you’d find 

The nowhere else you’d find my kind 

Dear John, oh yes I did all I could 

To make it be like the wallflower who never could 

And I admit I wasn’t pure, dear John 

When I try so hard to make you sure 

Life without you is not a cure 

Dear John 

And my unsung hero lies beneath 

The rooftops made of gold 

He’s telling me I should jump 

He’ll be there when I fall 

So I step back, pretend I’m shocked 

Really I always knew 

This would happen to me and you, dear John 

I just held on and hoped you’d find 

The nowhere else you’d find my kind 

Dear John 

Love’s almighty