I'm writing you a letter
At least I'm trying to
But I hate every single Word I choose
I tore up lots of paper
Full of things i thought i meant
That never would have wound up getting sent
I keep coming back
to these four words
I keep writing them
Over and over
No you, no me
It's a stupid kind of thing to say
I hope you get what I mean
And it's ok
That I miss you more than I'm suppose to
It's hard to be no you,
no me
Your address is Orlando
Where u always liked the sun
Remember how we planned to go there once?
So many mischances are all I think about
I'm living most with what I live without.
What’s it feel like to read these lines,
Standing there in the Florida sunshine?
No you, no me
It's a stupid kind of thing to say
I hope u get what I mean
And it's ok
That I miss you more than I'm suppose to
It's hard to be no you
no me
I keep coming back
to these four words
I keep writing them
Over and over
Yeah
feel like to read these lines,
Standing there in the Florida sunshine?
No you, no me
It's a stupid kind of thing to say
I hope you get what I mean
And it's ok
If I miss you more than I'm suppose to
It's hard to be no you
no me