Don't you think we ought to know by now?

Don't you think we should have learnt somehow?

I could say I don't know why I still think about you. Or why each time I check my emails I hope a little that I'll see your name. But I know why. My mind's just built that way.

You're always there, somewhere in the back of my thoughts. Even now, months on. I've come to accept what I always knew, that you'll always be someone I wonder about.

And I always knew too, you know? That we were headed nowhere, that it didn't matter what happened that sweetly.... desperate night. It wouldn't have stopped me though. I still smile to think of it, despite myself.

It was no win and no hope and no chance.

It was over before it started and we knew it all along.

Suburbia will claim your heart and who knows for mine.

Maybe it would never have worked. Goodness knows how it would have. But that doesn't matter. We don't get to find out how it would have played out.

I'll file you away.

I'll go through the motions.

I'll be swept along, meet someone new.

But I'll think of you.

And hope that sometimes you'll think of me too.