I don't ever dream about you and me
I don't ever make up stuff about us
that would be considered insanity.
I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in
I don't even have an opinion on that tramp
that you are still seeing.
I don't know your timetable
I don't know your face off by heart
but I must admit that there is a part
that still thinks that we might get on
that we might get on .
oh sweet irony ..
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