Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing 
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing 
And I remember when you started calling me your Mrs 
All the play fighting 
All the flirtatious disses 
I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood 
I dunno why I trusted you but I knew that I could 
We’d spend the whole weekend 
Lying in our own dirt 
I was just so happy 
In your boxers and your t-shirt 
Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things 
Dreams of you and me 
It seems, it seems 
That I can’t shake those memories 
I wonder if you have the same dreams too 
The littlest things that take me there 
I know it sounds lame but it’s so true 
I know it’s not right but it seems unfair 
That thing’s are reminding me of you 
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend 
Even if only for one weekend 
So come on 
Tell me 
Is this the end?