Are you thinking of me?
Even a little?
Just when I think I've got you out of my head,
I look at the empty space in my bed.
I remember the face you made when you slept
And how you held me so tight when I wept
I miss you, you know but I'm not sure you do.
While my worlds torn apart, you're like brand new.
Guess I'll learn to move on like you too.
Till then I'll hope I still exist to you.
Do you ever think of me?
Even a little?