dreams

Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
And I remember when you started calling me your Miss
All the play fighting 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
We’d spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy In your boxers and your t-shirt
Drinkin’ tea in bed, watchin’ DVDs
When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines
You’d take me out shopping
And all we’d buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
The first time that you introduced me to your friends
And you could that tell I was nervous, so you held my hand
When I was feeling down, you’d make that face you do
There’s no one in the world who could replace you
Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things Dreams of me and you
It seems, it seems That I can’t shake those memories I wonder if you feel the same way too
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it’s so true
I know it’s not right but it seems unfair
That thing’s 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