it was about a year ago
that i first saw your face
the talk was small
i had to go and you asked if we could stay
friends
it was about a year ago
that we talked and laughed and cried
it was about a year ago
that you never said goodbye
so i beg of you to let me go
for my heart cannot do
it was about a year ago
that i felt what it means to lose

i always had a type.
guys who played guitar.
so i don't know why i'm still surprised
when they mistake my heart strings as guitar strings.

People say a day will come
When I don't think about you
But that day has come and gone
Time and time again

Do you miss him?
Yes
Do you love him?
With all my heart
Do want to be with him?
Sometimes
So you'll talk to him again?
No, never