I'm still trying to forget
all the nice things you said
to me, about how much you loved me and about how pretty I was

I'm still trying to forget
about how I rested my head
against your shoulder and about how safe I felt when I did

I'm still trying to forget
the very first time I met
you, and the last time we did
and the feeling of your hands on my skin
and the colour of your eyes
blue, ice blue

maybe all i need is time