Erasing the traces

I threw out your picture
i erased that old screensaver
i deleted your messages
no longer do i give in
that old sweatshirt of yours
is torn, tattered, and stained
i have moved on
so have you
so don't turn back
don't return to me
don't try to fix us
let it simmer and be
eat your heart out
with Carolyn or Meghan
forget my name
ill do the same
please forget my number
because urs has already "slipped" my mind
I'm keeping you in my past
on my list of regrets
i knew we wouldn't last