If we don’t make it, I know why
Its the way you talked about her on the day I fell in love with you
Your lips tired themselves of saying her name as I said yours
The way her face has crossed your mind as many times as you’ve crossed mine
But see, I’m wrong
You say you don’t love her and that she’s in the past
But if she was then why does the girl you love know oh so much about the one you loved two years ago
Why do I know her favorite spots and the places you’ve taken her to
Why do I know what she likes or hates 
How do I know who her friends are and who she’s been with
While I tried getting to know you, I learned so much about her
So when you say I’m crazy, its not that I imagine this, its that you’ve built a fairytale in my head, one I have no part in.