Afraid to fall inlove again
Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing Especially when I have to watch other people kissing And I remember when you started callin' me your Mrs All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses I tell you sad stories about my childhood I don't know why I trusted you, but I knew that I could We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt Dreams, dreams Of when we had just started things (If you just wanted to pull over here, actually) ('Cause I think it would be better if I just walked the rest of the way) (Thank you) And it seems, it seems That I can't shake those memories I wonder if you have the same dreams too? The littlest things that take me there I know it sounds lame, but it's so true I know it's not right, but it seems unfair That things are reminding me of you Sometimes I wish we could just pretend Even if for only one weekend So come on, tell me, is this the end?