I don't ever dream about you and me
I don't ever make up stuff about us
That would be considered insanity
I don't ever drive by your house
To see if you're in
I don't even have an opinion
On that tramp that you are still seeing
I don't know your timetable
I don't know your face off by heart
But I must admit that there's still a part of me
That thinks we might get on

Autore: Kate Nash