I heard our song. I had the feeling of nostalgia striking me upside down,
I had the chills I only get when I'm around you. Then, I realized... You were my song.
You were the rhythm that got me to follow every move, the tune that got me all jolly and jumpy
But I never played it again, too afraid I won't be able to stop myself from listening to it.
Maybe that's why I miss you, why I miss talking to you,
Why I miss every bit of arrogance that you have,
Why I miss the feeling of being loved by you.
It's been years, but I still haven't moved on when I should have.
I didn't know that the moment I lost you was when I pretended to stop caring, petrified of what might happen if I still try to.


So you slipped,
and God knows how much I've been trying to reach out to you, but the thing is: You just don't care enough.
Either you know better, or we're just not good for each other, and maybe we're never going to be.
Still, thank you.
You were the only thing that kept me going when everything else is falling apart.
You'd once been my hope; the one guy I had the guts to take a shot with.
The one I know that's worth all the chances to risk...
and worth the great goodbye.