some things

that charming little street cafe, doesn't haunt me anymore, i can sit down in a corner booth, without starring at the door, running into our old friends, it doesn't happen much but it's nice when i do, they know they don't have to leave, your name out for me, like they used to, the smell inside my sixty-eight, thank god it finally passed, i don't see you sitting next to me, drawing hearts there on the glass, i've got so much going on, i hardly find the time to do what i need to do, i finally put those memories all to bed, and that having been said, there's still a few, there's a few mornings when i know, that the bitter winter cold, has got you wishing your old bones weren't so used, an old song can take me back, honey i can't help but laugh at how we danced, to born to run in the living room, i spent a lot of time, erasing your life from mine, in the end it was the best thing i could do, but it don't mean, that some things don't remind me of you, i've been drinking coffee black again, without that feeling in my throat, i don't see you on the movie screens, or hear you in my radio, i know it took a little longer than, either of us planned but that's just how it goes, i had to finish up with hating you and now that i'm through, what do you know, there's a few mornings when i know, that the bitter winter cold, has got you wishing your old bones weren't so used, an old song can take me back, honey i can't help but laugh at how we danced, to born to run in the living room, i spent a lot of time, erasing your life from mine, after all you were the only thing i knew, so it don't mean, that some things don't remind me of you, no it don't mean, that some things don't remind me of you