The worst part aboutmissing you is not knowingwhether you feel thisway about me too.
The clocks have neverworked in our favour,maybe I must acceptwe'll always be bad timing.
I'm not sureif I was going to to see the bandor to see you.
I know you cared for meand I'll never understand why I deserved someone like you,but what's even harder to comprehend is howyou could touch me and look at me like that and then throw what we had away.
When I first met you I thought you were too good to be true,Now I'm beginning to thinkI imagined you all along.
What hurts the mostis not the thought that maybe I wasn't good enough,instead it's that for you,maybe somebody else was.
I want you to know,you were the first personto call me sexyand the first personto make me feelthat way too.