Every line is about who I don't want to write about anymore...
And I don't want to sit here, wishing- wondering if you're going to call. And I don't want to sit here wondering if you still care. Because I know how this ends.. You say you love me and I say I miss you, you tell me you care, and I feel the same too.. but you won't come back. And what's so hard about that request anyways? It's the middle of the night, I've got my disc man and a flashlight, writing about you again. The way the hair fell in your face in that last picture, the way you smiled. I have a new life, brand new friends, a brand new home, but still.. crawling back to what I used to know, isn't so difficult. But I know how this ends.. Hopefully this time I'll get a goodbye..
And I still love you too