Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing. Especially when I have to watch other people kissin', and I remember when you started callin' me your miss's, all the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses. I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood, I don't why I trusted you but I knew that I could. We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt, I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt. Dreams, Dreams, of when we had just started things. Dreams of you and me. It seems, It seems, that I can't shake those memories. I wonder if you have the same dreams too.The littlest things that take me there, I know it sounds lame but its so true. I know its not right, but it seems unfair. That the things are reminding me of you, sometimes I wish we could just pretend, even if only for one weekend. So come on, tell me, is this the end?