All the things I could've asked.
All the things I could've said.
All I have left are the silly laughs,
the inside jokes and the hug goodbye.
I hate my cloudy mind sometimes.
It's a messed up thing.
Knowing you're with someone else.
It's a messed up thing.
Knowing I still come to mind.
And we're friendly and it's cool.
But I get an ego boost whenever you call.
It's a messed up thing.
Knowing there are things that just belong to us.
No me siento para nada culpable de saber que piensas en mi. Porque a veces yo también pienso en ti.