Two months ago seems so far away,
and I think of you less day after day.
I've begun to forget how your lips felt on mine.
With your hand in my hair and mine on your thigh.
I still regret how I thought it was fine,
to kiss a boy that would never be mine.
I still wince in pain when I see you with her,
and I think of the boy I thought you once were.
I long to reach out and tell her the truth
and tell her I'm sorry, but I realize there's no use
bringing up mistakes I can never undo.