Old songs written on paper; now they're tear-stained
Asked you what the hell had happened, you said you'd explain
But that time has come and passed, I'm not any better off
You asked me how much I'd thought of you, I said too often
I recall the screen in front of me
Written on it were the words This feels like a dream
Don't remember if you had said it or me, but the memories I keep
Locked inside an old grey box, buried in the closet, the password I've forgot
But the motions are engraved into my heart
I won't forget how much you meant to me
I never stopped caring about you
There's not been a single damn day I haven't f*cking thought of you
I hate it
I wish that I could rip out every piece of me that loves you and shove it in this box
Only to be thought about when I damn well please