weeks feel like days now, but maybe that's because i'm used to waiting that long to hear from you.
but i should've guessed when you said you wouldn't be a stranger that's exactly what you became.
and when the weeks become months will i still cry for you my dear?
and when the months become years will i still think of you?
and when the thought of you fades will i still remember you?
When i forget you, will you remember me?
and when you remember me will it hurt?