I felt love there in your doe eyes
Beautiful and by you, despised
And when I think of them
Looking up at him
It makes my blue ones cry
(Well, I can't, but at least I try)
I'm still cut by your jawline
(Your) chin on my shoulder on the train ride
And when I think of them
Together with you in your bed
It makes my stomach spin
Ain't that a cool trick
I'm still holding your small frame
Talking to you about the ballgame
Is your brother's team still winning?
Because I remember you were grinning
Sitting there beside your sister
I never liked her, but I miss her
I'm still working for your father
He said "you've done well by my daughter."
I knew he was sick through the smile
And now he's been sick for a while
Goodbye to you was goodbye to him
God, I wish that we were still friends