I saw you at the park with your new man and
I hope he loves you as much as I did
I can't help but look back and laugh
There's good times wrapped in with the bad
I still miss your call
The way you curl in a ball
Your pretty little smile
And the coffee stains on my shirt
I miss the mess we made and I don't care who's at fault
I miss the mess we made and I don't care who's at fault