| When we first met, I was just a Sophomore
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| We spent the night on Lydia’s couch
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| I didn’t know you were gonna break my heart then
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| I didn’t know the pain I’d feel right now
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| And I smile, yes I smile
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| But underneath are memories
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| That I’m trying, yeah, I’m trying
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| To let go
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| But it’s not that simple
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| Type of misery
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| All these mixed up signals
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| In my head
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| I still hear these echoes
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| Of when you loved me
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| But now you’re just someone in my mind
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| That used to be mine
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| People used to say I didn’t deserve you
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| I was cool with that, cause I felt the same
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| But then they played my song on the radio
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| And I don’t think you liked who I became
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| And so you left, yeah, you left
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| On someone else’s arm now
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| And I’m trying, yeah, I’m trying to let go
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| But it’s not that simple
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| Type of misery
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| All these mixed up signals
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| In my head
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| I still hear these echoes
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| Of when you loved me
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| But now you’re just someone in my mind
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| That used to be mine
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| 'Cause baby, your beauty marks
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| Are like shooting stars
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| In my goofy heart is one of Cupid’s darts
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| I’m just a nervous guy
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| And these words of mine
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| Won’t reverse the time
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| To when you were mine
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| 'Cause it’s not that simple
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| Type of misery
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| All these mixed up signals
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| No, it’s not that simple
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| Type of misery
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| All these mixed up signals
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| In my head
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| I still hear these echoes
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| Of when you loved me
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| But now you’re just someone in my mind
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| Now you’re just someone in my mind
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| That used to be mine |