Did you write that song about me?
It’s a stupid, vain question.
But did you write it about me?
These things I can’t ask you
Can’t tell you
I miss you
Everyday, I miss you.
But I can’t ask if you miss me too.
And yes, I do love him
But I didn’t lose the space in my heart for you
And I’m pretty sure, at one point, you loved me too.
But you couldn’t say, just as I couldn’t say
So we sit here, looking at pictures and faces and time gone by
Wondering if maybe
If that was the other saying
I feel as you do.