But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember. You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness. Like resignation to the end, always the end. But you didn’t have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing. And I don’t even need your love but you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough. No, you didn’t have to stoop so low. Have your friends collect your records and then change your number. I guess that I don’t need, that though now you’re just somebody that I used to know. Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over but had me believing it was always something that I’d done. But I don’t wanna live that way, reading into every word you say. You said that you could let it go and I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know. Gotye
