Lyrics

Once I thought it was important to save every souvenir
Every tacky, plastic trinket from the same place every year
I thought I'd live forever on a neatly printed page
It's funny now to think how I am writing less these days

Now I don't call you any more
I don't write you any more
I don't see you any more
I don't miss you any more

There's a tape of songs you made for me, songs you said I have to hear
Songs that always make me think of you. Now I know why I had to pack it here.
And there's a poster from a show we saw because it starred your friend
Do you remember how we knew from the first act, exactly how the play would end?

Now I don't call you any more
I don't write you any more
I don't see you any more
I don't miss you any more

I am rummaging through boxes I had long since packed away
Old discarded memories. Junk I thought that I might need someday.

I don't call you any more
I don't write you any more
I don't see you any more
I don't cry for you, don't cry for you
I don't know you any more
I don't need you any more
I don't hate you any more
I don't miss you any more