I don't own the lyrics to any Better than Ezra song or anything relating to Harry Potter or J. K. Rowling. i have no betta reader, my apologies for any mistakes.
Looking around the house.
Hidden behind the window and the door.
Searching for signs of life but there's nobody home.[CHORUS:]
Aha, it was good living with you.
Aha, it was good.
Aha, it was good living with you.
Aha, it was good.
Well, maybe I'm just too sure.
Maybe I'm just too frightened
by the sound of it.
Pieces of note fall down, but the letter said,
Teddy has said living with her was "good" well, she didn't want "good", she wanted amazing, perfect, wonderful, undeniable, endless. She wanted him to say everything she couldn't, he loved her. He needed her and couldn't live without her. She believed that the best way for him to know was to tell him when she got home but when she got there he was gone. All that he'd left as a goodbye was this stupid bloody letter.
Sitting around the house,
watching the sun trace shadows on the floor.
Searching for signs of life, but there's nobody home.[CHORUS:]
Aha, it was good living with you.
Aha, it was good.
Aha, it was good living with you.
Aha, it was good.
Well, maybe I'll call
or write you a letter.
Now, maybe we'll see on the Fourth of July.
But I'm not too sure, and I'm not too proud.
Well, I'm not too sure and I'm not too proud to say.
She remembered those lazy Sunday afternoons when they would just lay around the apartment or lay outside and look at the clouds passing by. She remembered when they could just lay together, they didn't have to speak they could just breathe. When the sun began to set and the shadows rose from the floor to the walls they would giggle as they made crude gestures with hand signals and pictures. They weren't afraid to be silly together because they had the same sense of humor; they usually could tell what the other was thinking.
Well, maybe I'll call
or write you a letter.
Now, maybe we'll see on the Fourth of July.
But I'm not too sure, and I'm not too proud.
Well, I'm not too sure and I'm not too proud to say.[CHORUS:]
Aha, it was good living with you.
Aha, it was good.
Aha, it was good living with you.
Aha, it was good.
She had to admit, she wasn't expecting this. She loved him she thought he loved her too. Couldn't he see they were made for each other? So what if Victoire was half-veela? So what if her stupid cousin was super nice and didn't even try to attract him? So what? Nobody cares how bloody perfect she is. Lilywas the one he was supposed to be with not Victoire. Now she'll never be it because he went and fell for her and now their going to get married and she was all alone. That's alright, she doesn't need him. She doesn't need anybody. Ever.