Remember the poem you wrote, called "I never write when I'm in love"
I was there when you wrote it, performed it, you stepped off stage, gave you hug
The poem that you wrote gave away your later lies
To tell me you loved me you wrote it down, couldn't look me in the eyes
From time to time I tell myself, that you never loved me at all
To see if that hurts more or less in this sad, pathetic healing crawl
Did I have private access to your love or is writing just easier with a fly on your wall
Ooooooo
Remember the games we'd play, where you'd keep me on my toes
We'd play them when we shared a bed, you still do when I see you at Trader Joe's
And I hate that you still roam my mind, that you pop up from time to time
And if you're still writing, maybe that means, you're still a little bit, tiny bit, mine
Still from time to time I tell myself, that you never loved me at all
To see if that hurts more or less in this sad, pathetic healing crawl
Did I have private access to your love or is writing just easier with a fly on your wall
Ooooooo