We don't talk anymore, so I guess you've moved on. Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong. I was wrong to want to see you, and spend time with you so I'm trying to move on and looking for someone to replace you too. Maybe we'll never talk and I'll ditch the block party this year, frankly I don't understand anymore or care. We've drifted apart, I'm glad I never gave you my heart cause it'd hurt too much to have it ripped out of my chest and torn apart. Your not the first and not the last, but now I guess the thought of being with you is just a memory from the past. I'll let it slip and slide, I won't run and hide, if we pass by I won't stop and talk cause I might cause too much of a shock.
I'm sorry I like you, I'm sorry I care, and right now I wish I could move out of here. But instead, I'll wander aimlessly on these streets, trying to get my head clear.
