Gabin

It’s too late to be sentimental, you see
Already said good-bye I probably should have stuck to my guns then
Now you’re refreshing my memory, reminding me of all the times
I cried, so I’ll tell you what’s running right now through my mind
All the things that I’d bake, they weren’t what Mama would make
You’re still living with her, but steady losing your hair in my sink
Talked about us one day getting married, it’s a good thing that we never did
You’ll always be too young to have kids
That’s why she’s leaving
Baby, good-bye
Baby, so long, good-bye
I loved you so much, stayed awake by the phone on the couch
Back in those days I used to think you possibly could be the one
I was a bit masochistic, took second to video games
And chicks in the chatrooms with all of those dumb user names