I got my hands on your picture I got my eyes on a note that you wrote It's telling me I'm something special But I'm feeling a lot more like a joke I'll find a way to remember What I used to be, when I loved you I used to feel so much better Before this fool convinced himself that we were through I still wear the clothes that you bought me They're the only ones that aren't stained and torn When I needed you; you said you got me But why would I want that, when I can be sad, and alone I'll find a way to remember What I used to be, when I loved you I used to feel so much better Before this fool convinced himself that we were through Way before you you look up and smiled and you told me we were through