i know for a fact that this will go away
i know from history that this will eventually go away
this being the feeling
but the thoughts won't will they?
everytime i see that poster on the bus i'll think of you
everytime i pass by that corner shop i'll think of you
everytime i go out i'll think of you
hell, right now, everytime i'm not doing anything i think of you
i'm pretty screwed aren't i?
there's no escaping this memory because you happen to be the first