Being Alive

Being AliveFrom one of my favorite composers, a beautiful, truthful lyric on marriage that never fails to move me every time I hear it.

Someone to hold you too close.
Someone to hurt you too deep.
Someone to sit in you chair,
To ruin your sleep.

Someone to need you too much.
Someone to know you too well.
Someone to pull you up short,
And put you through hell.

Someone you have to let in,
Someone whose feelings you spare,
Someone who, like it or not,
Will want you to share
A little, a lot.

Someone to crowd you with love.
Someone to force you to care.
Someone to make you come through,
Who’ll always be there,
As frightened as you,
Of being alive,
Being alive.

Somebody hold me too close.
Somebody hurt me too deep.
Somebody sit in my chair,
And ruin my sleep,
And make me aware,
Of being alive.
Being alive.

Somebody need me too much.
Somebody know me too well.
Somebody pull me up short,
And put me through hell,
And give me support,
For being alive.
Make me alive.
Make me alive.

Make me confused.
Mock me with praise.
Let me be used.
Vary my days.

But alone,
Is alone,
Not alive.

Somebody crowd me with love.
Somebody force me to care.
Somebody make me come through,
I’ll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive,
Being alive.

— Stephen Sondheim, “Being Alive,” from Company.  (1970)

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