I don't ever dream about you and me,
I don't ever make up stuff about us,
That would be considered insanity.
I don't ever drive by your house,
To see if you're in.
I don't even have an opinion,
On that tramp that you are still seeing.
I don't know your timetable,
I don't know your face off by heart,
But I must admit that there's still a part of me,
That thinks we might get on.
- Kate Nash.
