See I have this problem,
Where I'll get over you, okay?
But then I remember all our moments,
The ones that won't fade away?
And it starts to make me
Do you ever think of them too?
Do you stare up at the stars in the sky,
And hope I see the same view?
If things were to change,
And both of us were free.
Would you ever think of "us",
Wouldn't you even think of me?
I'm writing this knowing you could see this,
And sorta hoping it makes you
But I guess I'm kinda hoping you won't,
Or if you do it wont even make you blink.
Cuz I guess if you don't see it,
I can say maybe it could still be
But if you see it and think nothing,
When I guess that would mean "no."
"No" to the question of you missing me,
In a way more than a friend.
"No" to the question that you want things to change,
And that you're happy with this