You stood upon my car a year ago today
Underneath the snow of the Heart of the City
Professing your love for me underneath the stars
Nothing sounded better than your voice and guitar
But that was then, and this is now
And we all know how that turned out
There used to be a day
When you'd take my breath away
I never guessed your motives were maligned
Cupid's scar upon my heart
Bleeds like a work of art
It reminds me I don't need your valentines
I walk Nicollet Ave. dreaming of a face
One, like yours, that I believed would take the pain away
I reminded myself that happiness is hard to find
And love's a bitch, but so am I, so this may take some time
Well, here I am, and I'm just fine
Without you and your valentines