I can't send you a valentine
but I hope you know
that today
(like most days)
you are on my mind

I miss you
I really hope you find love
I know we will never be together
And I'm fine with that
but please be happy, that really is all I want

Once you find her
I'll be sick with jealousy
Of course
but I'll smile, and give you advice as always
oh and I'll hate her so much

but I'll get over it
                                                I'll get over you



                                                          ­                                                I hope.

I can never tell what your thinking
Or know what your going to say
I pray for your laughter
But run into bombs on the way
Never trust a man who's eyes can't stay the same.

Maybe I have to always be wanting something I can't have
If I'm happy with what I got
What is there to anguish about?