sometimes I remember the times we spent together
how we would laugh and talk about a million stuff, and you'd subtly flirt with me
as if you were scared to be more foward
and receive a no (I'm sorry I wasn't brave enough)

I remember when you'd give me the time of the day (now you spend more time looking at the phone)
we'd go to the movies and you'd hold my hand the whole time
(I'm sorry I didn't hold yours back)

at the same time, I'm not that sorry, you know?
it was all so new to me and I liked commitment ( I still do)
I kinda regret kissing you, actually
after that you really started pulling away (it started when I was away)

in some ways I think I get it
you were protecting yourself (if I meant something to you, that is) and trying to find new friends
but you made me feel like a trophy, like a ******* number in your list of conquests

I'm still trying to let go of you (you were one of my best friends, after all)
I'm still trying to fight the impulse of inviting you to everything
I still miss you
but *******