Lyrics Me For Barcelona - Anna Hamilton

Me For Barcelona

Today I found that letter that you wrote me
From that summer night in Spain
On a nice faded vintage postcard
I can almost smell the stain
From the coffee in the cafe
Bet the sky was pouring rain
Picturing where you would stay
In the city where you first let go of me
Why’d you have to chose
Why’d I have to lose
God I trying to forget you were mine
Cause I can’t miss
Coming home to flowers
Next to the kitchen sink
And I can’t hate
The way you make me love you
If I never felt a thing
And you never have to leave me for Barcelona
If you were never here for me
I know it’s bad
But i’ve convinced myself
That I don’t care for what we’ve had
And I was never happy with you