| Now and then I think of when we were together
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| Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
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| Told myself that you were right for me
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| But felt so lonely in your company
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| But that was love
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| And it's an ache I still remember
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| You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
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| Like resignation to the end
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| Always the end
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| So when we found
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| That we could not make sense
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| Well you said that we would still be friends
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| But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
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| But you didn't have to cut me off
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| Make out like it never happened
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| And that we were nothing
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| And I don't even need your love
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| But you treat me like a stranger
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| And that feels so rough
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| You didn't have to stoop so low
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| Have your friends collect your records
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| And then change your number
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| I guess that I don't need that though
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| Now you're just somebody that I used to know
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| Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
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| But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
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| And I don't wanna live that way
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| Reading into every word you say
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| You said that you could let it go
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| And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody
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| That you used to know...
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| But you didn't have to cut me off
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| Make out like it never happened
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| And that we were nothing
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| And I don't even need your love
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| But you treat me like a stranger
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| And that feels so rough
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| You didn't have to stoop so low
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| Have your friends collect your records
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| And then change your number
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| I guess that I don't need that though
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| Now you're just somebody that I used to know
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| I used to know
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| That I used to know
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| Somebody... |