i don't even know why it is
i loved the last one,
soon it will be the same for you.
it's so hard looking back
when you're already in the next chapter,
but i really want to hold onto the truth.

so i write about it, and i sing about it,
it's the only thing i know how to do-

the way you looked into my eyes
the way you'd seem so satisfied
when i'd say, "hey, babe,"
sometimes i even miss it now
the way you'd kiss my brow as i'd vow:
'when this is through
i promise to remember you.'


will you remember?
say you'll remember-
could you please remember....


me?