I don't miss you anymore, but sometimes
I wonder if you think of me
I am prone to being forgotten
I have learned that I am relatively easy to leave

And I don't care that you lied
It was nice to need you like a drug (hm, hmm)
And I don't want to turn back time anymore
But I do miss when I thought that I was loved

I do miss the thought of being in love
Love
Love
Oh love

I don't miss you anymore, but sometimes
I wonder if it's you I'll keep
I am prone to being forgotten
I have learned that love is always out of reach

And I don't care that you hide
It was nice to have something to find
And I don't want to change your mind anymore
But I do miss when you took up all my time
I do miss the love I could leave behind

Love
Love
Oh love