Last night, I heard our song
and it brought back so many memories
and it brought me back to you.
It was that bittersweet feeling
because your story is old news now.
But I finally felt the cruelty of time;
how long it has been since I’ve heard from you
how long it has been since I’ve seen you
how long it has been since I’ve touched you.

Last night, I heard our song
and it made me wonder about you,
wonder if you’re happy,
if you’ve finally found
what you were looking for,
It made me wonder if maybe
you listen to our song sometimes
and miss me too.
If you also wonder about me.

Last night, I heard our song
and halfway through it, I skipped it
because maybe if I had finished the song
I would have been tempted to reach out
to tell you that I haven’t forgotten about you,
to tell you that I remember you
a lot more than I should,
to tell you that no one even came close
to making me feel
the way you made me feel.

Last night, I heard our song
and I skipped it
but my heart also skipped a beat
when I remembered you
and it’s funny how one song
can bring back everything
you’ve been burying inside
and it’s funny how one song
can remind you that it’s not really over
and it’s funny that after all this time
one song can make you admit
what you’ve always denied
that maybe this was love
and this is why
it hurts the way it does.

Last night, I heard our song
and even though I skipped it
I kept singing it all night
hoping that you could magically
hear me, 
pick up the phone
so we can talk for hours and pretend
like nothing ever happened,
like it was just a bad dream.