I dreamt about you last night. It's been months since the last one
I dreamt that you missed me And it made me feel better like I was worth something to you
You saved the things I gave you In a brown shoebox in your closet and you showed them to me one last time - I woke up with a bitter taste in my mouth, which also reminded me of you.
I don't want you to miss me, I don't want you to think of me You don't deserve to.