If I said that I still want you
Would you say you want me too
But then where would that leave us
Playing the same old game
Just walking down memory lane
I wrote this during the day
It makes me feel so exposed
Strange, writing in the light
It's the middle of the day
He told me not to be sad it was over
Little did he know I'm relieved
Because now I can think back to our days
Without all the extra guilt
