I still think of you when I don't want to.

I went to the Rodeo last night. To a concert we were at together just two years ago. I snuck out to see you. We talked awkwardly all night. Ended the night with a weird hug and seperate cars home.

Some of those songs I belted out last night, I was singing to you out in the audience somewhere. I know you were there with her, somewhere. And I meant it when I said that Love didn't live here anymore. I don't love you.

Why the fuck can't I forget you?