I check for your ghost in my mailbox
Still crazy for hoping you would still wanna talk.
I stand on the edge of my mind here by the sidewalk.
Still crazy for thinking you’ll drive round the block.
I guess I’ll never know the truth
But this is the last time I leave our city, waiting for you.
“Good thing it’s not raining out here” he joked.
“Good thing it’s not too cold.”
Good thing that when you asked to kiss me, I just said no.
That woulda done my foolish heart in, you know.
Would I be better off if that were the truth
But here’s to the last time I leave this city, dreaming of you.
Honestly, I think I’ve forgotten your eyes
Were they green as my envy or blue as a new winter sky
Honestly, I think I’m fooling myself when I say you were such a good
For all I know, you were colder than ice.
Would I be better off if that were true?
Here’s to the city I leave my city
I swear it’s the last time I leave your city
It’s gotta be the last time I leave our city,
Crazy for you.
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