Lovely

I know people don't really fix things anymore,
But if I ever break you, I swear,
I'll put you back together again.
I'll prop you up with wire,
I'll sit you by the fire.
Sew you up with white cotton thread.
And if I ever start to wear you down, I swear,
I'll patch you up like the elbows of your favourite jacket.
Because you're lovely,
The way you look at me.
You are lovely,
I'll be the bread, and you can be the honey.
Think of you loving me.
You are lovely,
I'll be the cup, and you can be the peppermint tea.
I know people don't really write letters anymore,
But this is mine to you:
"Dear love, I hope you're well,
Up here there's not much to tell.
But I can say I'm doing fine.
Outside it's raining like a machine gun,
Days like these you miss the sun.
In other words, wish you were here."
Because you're lovely,
The way you look at me.
You are lovely,
I'll be the bread, and you can be the honey.
Think of you loving me.
You are lovely,
I'll be the cup, and you can be the peppermint tea.
I know people don't really fix things anymore,
But if I ever break you I swear,
I'll put you back together again.