boy i mourn the loss of you i need to know do you still mourn me too i heard the song that you wrote was it for me i long to know
baby, do you still write about me maybe, are you still stained with my memory i spend my time hoping you might still pine for me too when i write my songs about you
i fear that i leave no mark a wet book of matches, there is no spark i long for you, don't you see i'm so afraid, you won't remember me