8 acessos
I'm writing you a letter
At least I'm trying to
But I hate every single
Word I choose
I tore up lots of paper
Full of things i thought i meant
That never would have wound up getting sent
I keep coming back
to these four words
I keep writing them
Over and over
No you, no me
Its a stupid kind of thing to say
I hope u get what I mean
And its ok
That I miss you more than Im suppose to
Its hard to be no you, no me
Your address is Orlando
Where u always liked the sun
Remember how we planned to go there once?
So many mischances are all I think about
Im living most with what I live without.
Whats it feel like to read these lines,
Standing there in the Florida sunshine?
No you, no me
Its a stupid kind of thing to say
I hope u get what I mean
And its ok
That I miss you more than Im suppose to
Its hard to be no you, no me
I keep coming back
to these four words
I keep writing them
Over and over
Yeah
Whats it feel like to read these lines,
Standing there in the Florida sunshine?
No you, no me
Its a stupid kind of thing to say
I hope u get what I mean
And its ok
If I miss you more than Im suppose to
Its hard to be no you, no me