I don′t miss you anymore, but sometimes

I wonder if you think of me

I am prone to being forgottenI have learned that I am relatively easy to leave

And I don't care that you lied

It was nice to need you like a drug (hm, hmm)

And I don′t want to turn back time anymore

But I do miss when I thought that I was loved

I do miss the thought of being in love

Love

Love

Oh love

I don't miss you anymore, but sometimes

I wonder if it's you I′ll keep

I am prone to being forgotten

I have learned that love is always out of reach

And I don′t care that you hide

It was nice to have something to find

And I don't want to change your mind anymore

But I do miss when you took up all my time

I do miss the love I could leave behind

Love

Love

Oh love