I think back to the end of June 
when baby, it was us
not me and you. 
close my eyes for a minute
flash forward to July
when you kept pretending  
but I knew it was a lie
you go back to her
and the rest is a blur
now it's August third
fourth 
or fifth 
damn, I'm so depressed
I don't know what day it is. 
Sitting in the back of the 128 
I don't know the time, so I can't be that late. 
I keep hoping you wont forget me
you'll regret you left me 
or maybe, 
that's just me.
my friends finding flaws in you I couldn't see
now I'm wondering was it you or was it me?


I know I'm not supposed to turn around 
but I keep looking back 
and I find it kind of funny 
that I can't forget what never had 
let me tell you the worst part of moving on 
is turning around and they're already gone.