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Now and then I think of when we were together |
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Like when you said you felt so happy you could die |
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Told myself that you were right for me |
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But felt so lonely in your company |
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But that was love and it's an ache I still remember |
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You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness |
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Like resignation to the end |
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Always the end |
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So when we found that we could not make sense |
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Well you said that we would still be friends |
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But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over |
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But you didn't have to cut me off |
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Make out like it never happened |
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And that we were nothing |
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And I don't even need your love |
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But you treat me like a stranger |
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And that feels so rough |
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You didn't have to stoop so low |
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Have your friends collect your records |
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And then change your number |
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I guess that I don't need that though |
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Now you're just somebody that I used to know |
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Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over |
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But had me believing it was always something that I'd done |
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And I don't wanna live that way |
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Reading into every word you say |
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You said that you could let it go |
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And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know... |