I replay that memory over and over.
My head keeps on wondering what life would've been like with you here,
In the present.
Although you repeatedly asked me:
"what do you want out of this?"
I just kept on saying: "Nothing!"
Now months later you're all I can think about,
morning and night.
Before I go to bed,
Who knows, maybe I might even dream about you,
But still I think about you, although you told me not to.
I've written so many words about you,
about "us",
even though we're nothing.
Well we've never been anything.
I just feel like I can collide with you, fly with you,
feels like nothing can touch me when I'm around you.
Have you ever written any words about me?
Do you think about me when I'm not around you?
Even after you told me: "You're the only girl I'm going to miss, after I'm gone?"
Those words are on repeat in my head, especially when I've had too much to drink.
Are you the one? Why am I even thinking about this when I know you might not be "the one"?
Are you some sort of "soulmate" I've found?
Will you move mountains for me?
Will you love me?
Even when I'm stuck in my dark days, when I feel like I'm worthless?
Or are you just a figment of my imagination, because I find you much more beautiful than life itself?
Or are you a phase I'm going through even when you're more than a 100 miles away?
I ask myself all of these questions
Cause babe, since the first time I saw you from across that bar and I wrote that poem about you.
I still feel like you're that one I can undress, cause honey, I feel like you can undress me.
