Me For Barcelona

Today I found the letter that you wrote me From that summer night in Spain On a nice faded vintage postcard I can almost smell the stain From the coffee in the cafe Bet the sky was pouring rain Picturing where you would stay In the the city Where you first let go of me Why'd you have to choose Why'd I have to lose God I'm trying To forget you were mine Cause I can't miss Coming home to flowers Next to the kitchen sink And I can't hate The way you made me love you If I never felt a thing And you'd never have to leave Me for Barcelona If you were never here for me I know it's bad But I've convinced myself That I don't care for what we had And I was never happy with you Why'd you have to choose Why'd I have to lose God I'm trying To leave it all behind Cause I can't miss Coming home to flowers Next to the kitchen sink And I can't hate The way you made me love you If I never felt a thing And you'd never have to leave Me for Barcelona If you were never here for me Me for Barcelona If you were never here for me The truth is I love you And I'll never be the same But you had to go Trading me in for Spain And I can't miss Coming home to flowers Next to the kitchen sink And I can't hate The way you made me love you If I never felt a thing And you'd never have to leave Me for Barcelona If you were never here for me Me for Barcelona If you were never here for me