Now and then I think of when we were together, like when you said you felt so happy you could die.
Told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company, but that was love and it's an ache I still remember.
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness, like a resignation to the end, always the end.
So, when we found that we could not make sense. Well, you said that we would still be friends. 
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over.
But you didn't have to cut me off. 
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.
And I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough.
No, you didn't have to stoop so low. Have friends, collect your records and then change your number.
I guess I don't need that though.
Now, you're just somebody that I used to know.
Now and then I  think of all the times you screwed me over, but had me believing it was always something that I'd done. 
But I don't wanna live that  way, reading into every word you say. You said that you could let it go.
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know.

Somebody.. that I used to know.

2 comentarios: