I can't do the things we used to,

without thinking about you

and

I can't go to the places we used to

because I know I won't be able to forget when I was with you.

I know I won't be able to forget the smile on your face as you held the door for me

and the way you slammed it shut.

I know you hate my guts,

and me from head to toe

But i don't think you could ever know

that I never truly let you go.

Because if it was out of sight, out of mind

then why is that the only place I can see you

when I'm awake in the dead of the night?