How is it that I still love you
How is it that I let you do the things you do
I've never quite understood myself
You have my love sitting on a shelf
How is it that whith one call everything comes back
All the books of our past are sitting in one big stack
How is it that everytime I think of you
I just want to start everything over like it was new
How is it I cant get you out of my head
All my feelings for you are supposed to be dead
I try to move on but your still not gone
I think I call I write
Why arent you out of my site
For someone who's supposed to be dead to me
Your very much alive from what I see
So how is it that I still love you
