I got my hands on your picture

I got my eyes on a note that you wrote

It’s telling me I’m something special

But I’m feeling a lot more like a joke

I’ll find a way to remember

What I used to be when I loved you

I used to feel so much better

Before this fool convinced himself that we were through

I still wear the clothes that you bought me

They’re the only ones that aren’t stained and torn

When I needed you; you said you got me

But why would I want that when I can be sad and alone

I’ll find a way to remember

What I used to be when I loved you

I used to feel so much better

Before this fool convinced himself that we were through