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I don't know if you'll think about me much today |
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Ever since you started to doubt me |
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When I said that I love you |
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So when push came to shove you went away |
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I don't think that you were mistaken |
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Any more than I think I was God forsaken |
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I was under the weather |
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When you got it together |
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But I knew you would |
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You always did |
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But if you ever auction off your love |
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I'd make the highest bid |
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But you were not for sale |
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You've often said |
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You'd rather be alone than settle for me |
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'Cause you've |
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Had enough |
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Enough of this |
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You'd rather steel yourself with solitude |
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Than have me steal a kiss |
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You don't even look back with fondness any more |
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I think you even took back your letters |
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First you stop reminiscing |
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Now my memories are missing |
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But I need them back |
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If I can't have you |
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I need at least a photo album's |
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Worth of pictures all of you |
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Oooo and each is worth |
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A thousand words |
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That showed the life that I preferred |
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Before you finally |
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Had enough |
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Enough of me |
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You'd rather be alone apparently |
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Because you |
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Had enough |
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Of this song and dance |
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You'd rather give me two weeks notice |
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Than to give me one more chance |
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I don't know if you think about me |
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But I sure think about you |
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'Cause I'm lonesome without you |
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But I know you know |
