Why don’t you steal what you can keep?

17 years, 15 days, and counting. I’ve known and loved you for more than half of my entire lifetime now. You will prove to be my doom, my greatest hope and my most desperate falling. But I accept that because no one else — no other love — is more precious to me.

Belated happy anniversary, darling.

MY THIEF
Elvis Costello, Burt Bacharach

When I go to sleep, you become my thief
Why don’t you steal what you can keep?
But you won’t let me be
You break into my dreams
And every day seems different

Sometimes I pretend you’ll come back again
And you’ll console the heart you stole
Have pity on the man
Who knows that you have gone
And has begun to break down

I feel almost possessed
So long as I don’t lose this glorious distress then
You can take all I have left
I know it’s over
If you can’t be my lover
Be my thief

I’m so drowsy now, I’ll unlock the door
What fades in time will hurt much more
So here’s that happy scene
Where you come back to me
It’s only found in fiction

I feel almost possessed
So long as I don’t lose this glorious distress then
You can take all I have left
I know it’s over
If you can’t be my lover
Be my thief.