If you ask me how I'm doin I would say I'm doin just fine
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind
But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two
and finally I'm forced to face the truth
No matter what they say, I'm not over youNot over you

That one lunch, that one text. Got me all back to two years ago. It was perfect. Well not really perfect but in my memories it still is. No matter how bad things were, I will still remember it as a perfect relationship. Even if it wasn't meant to be or was totally screwed up. 

What we had, I can't find. What we shared was special. Our telepathy, our conversations. I want it back. But no, I made a choice, which was for the best but still sometimes I regret. 

Even after all this time, I know, you'll always be my perfect first love.