I don't have a chip on my shoulder
till I hear your name
again and again and it's there
that same old regret those stupid what ifs
how we presumed this was it this was it this was it
now I want to throw
all the music you gave me
the CDs that you made me
the films that you showed me
the cards that you sent me
the clothes and the bracelets
the holidays and birthdays
and that last time I saw you
and I think of that time under big city lights
when we were together forever and ever