Meeting on the country lane,
Doing you no favours there.
Being your next three month girl,
Giving me your sex teasers.
Having your secrets and telling lies,
Thinking this isn't what we should be.
Hoping the wind will sweep us away.
Regreting what we are built on.
There was so much more to us,
You never gave me the same.
Seeing you,
Seeing her,
Regretting you,
The fool of I.
I don't want you around no more,
I want you to see me happy.
See me in what you had a chance with,
Never regret your past but your choice.
