Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing, especially when I have to watch other people kissin' and I remember when you started callin' me your miss's, all the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses. I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood, I don't know why I trusted you but I knew that I could. Dreams, of when we had just started things. Dreams of you and me. It seems, that I can't shake those memories! I wonder if you have the same dreams too. The littlest things that take me there, I know it sounds lame but it's so true, I know it sounds lame but it's so true, I know it's not right, but it seems unfair the things are reminding me of you. Sometimes I wish we could just pretend even if only for one weekend. So come on, tell me, is this the end? Drinkin' tea in bed, watching DVD's as if we ever needed anything to entertain us. The first time that you introduced me to your friends and you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand. When I was feeling down, you made that face you do, there's no one in the world that could replace you!