each time I happen upon traces of you

I think

"Okay, I'm finally done with it"

because I wouldn't ever be done.

And if I ever get to you (perhaps, probably, could be) (I most likely won't) (but who the hell knows)

hope you'll never know how stupidly tender could I be at a particular days of the year

every year.

oh well.

be a good boy, huh, so I'd have a reason to get you out of my mind (perhaps, probably, could be) (I most likely won't) (I most likely won't)

be good, be smart, be mine

love, faye.