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
Chorus:
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
