Even after you tracked mud in the living room Trampled the flowers in the front lawn I'm still glad that I got to see you I'll flip the switches, off the lights you turned on I'll replant the flowers for the attention Try to find the divide between love and obsession I'll never tell anyone the whole story And you'll never tell anyone that you loved me Simmer down all these years to a text But you'll still show all my songs to the next Was I just a bragging right? I meant something to you, right?