Today I found the letter that you wrote me
From that summer night in Spain
On a nice faded vintage postcard
I can almost smell the stain
From the coffee in the cafe
Bet the sky was pouring rain
Picturing where you would stay
In the the city
Where you first let go of me
Why'd you have to choose
Why'd I have to lose
God I'm trying
To forget you were mine
Cause I can't miss
Coming home to flowers
Next to the kitchen sink
And I can't hate
The way you made me love you
If I never felt a thing
And you'd never have to leave
Me for Barcelona
If you were never here for me
I know it's bad
But I've convinced myself
That I don't care for what we had
And I was never happy with you
Why'd you have to choose
Why'd I have to lose
God I'm trying
To leave it all behind
Cause I can't miss
Coming home to flowers
Next to the kitchen sink
And I can't hate
The way you made me love you
If I never felt a thing
And you'd never have to leave
Me for Barcelona
If you were never here for me
Me for Barcelona
If you were never here for me
The truth is I love you
And I'll never be the same
But you had to go
Trading me in for Spain
And I can't miss
Coming home to flowers
Next to the kitchen sink
And I can't hate
The way you made me love you
If I never felt a thing
And you'd never have to leave
Me for Barcelona
If you were never here for me
Me for Barcelona
If you were never here for me