“I spent some time alone”, I said as I finished my drink. “I can’t be on my own, I have too much time to think”. We had a funeral, oh god, I’m scared to death. Are we too young to fall in love again? Is there such a thing as an old flame? I still remember the heartbreak. If we can forgive and move on, baby, I think we’ll be just fine. I’ll be yours, please be mine. I know we hurt ourselves, we hurt each other too. We were stupid then, but my heart yearns for you. I miss waking up with you next to me, can we start making up for lost time?