Hey
Hey
Used to talk to you
But now we don’t speak
When I look at you
I wonder if you sneak peeks
Seems like I like you
More than you like me
It’s ironic
Because that’s not how it used to be
I have bigger things to worry about
Things that don’t involve feelings
I have class and tests and college and birthdays and friends and TV
But I find myself wondering over and over why you’re not looking at me
Wish I could read minds
It’d be easier to see
If my memory left a hole
Or there’s if nothing left that reminds you of me
Maybe I was played
Maybe you don’t feel the same
Maybe you’ve moved on
Has it been that long?