I ve still got your pictures
In my notebook
And I know its because you ve still got
Me on your hook
You had me at hello
You had me when I said goodbye
And now there is nothing left to do
But sit alone and cry.

I still read your letters and notes
They are all still in my backpack
I have kept them all
Then I think of how much you hurt me
And I want to burn them all
But I cant because
I don t really know.

I still think about us
What if?
I can t forget you
I have moved on though
I still wonder a lot
If you still think about me
I really liked you
(you don t even know)
and I probably still do
I ve still got your pictures
In my fucking notebook.