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?