When you wake up at 3am,
With my name on your mind,
Thinking about who’s to blame,
Who tried to hold on,
Who left whom behind…

Thinking about whether or not you should call me…
Tell me how much you miss;
The way I look at you when we’re fighting…
Let me help you out,
Don’t.

Don’t look through our pictures,
Don’t listen to our favourite songs.
Don’t think about the taste of my lips,
Don’t wonder if I’ll be missing you,
Because I won’t.

When you’re in the grocery store,
Looking at my favourite cereal,
Thinking about who’s to blame,
Who tried to hold on,
Who left whom behind…

Thinking about whether or not I’d want to see you,
If when I walk past someone who uses your
Cologne, I’ll turn around and hope it’s you,
I won’t.

Thinking about whether or not you should
surprise me with a bouquet of my favourite flowers,
If that’ll remind me how I felt when I was with you,
Let me help you out,
Don’t.

Don’t stare into my eyes when you see me,
Don’t look for me in a crowd,
By you, I don’t want to be found.
Don’t send your heart out to find mine,
Don’t try to make our spirits align,
Don’t beg me for “one last time”.

Because there was a moment,
When all I wanted was for you to be mine.
My heart cried out for yours,
And yours echoed back,
But your eyes told me it wasn’t quite the right time.

So, next time you say goodbye,
Don’t come back.
Next time you are tempted to call out to me,
Do yourself a favour, Don’t.
Don’t.