There’s always this sense of sadness when you think about ppl who used to mean the world to you, and now they’re so far away. In a way you can never really stop loving them, because if you can, does that mean that it was never real in the first place?
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…