I'm writing you a letter
At least I'm trying to
But I hate? every single

Word? I choose
I tore up lots of paper
Full of things i thought i meant

That never would have wound up getting sent

I keep coming back

to? these four words
I keep writing them
Over and over


No you, no me
Its a stupid kind of thing to say

I hope? u get what I mean
And its ok
That I miss you more than Im suppose to

Its hard to be no you, no me

Your address is Orlando

Where u always liked the sun
Remember how we planned to go there once?
So many mischances are all I think about

Im living most with what I live without.

Whats it feel like to read these lines,

Standing there in the Florida sunshine?

No you, no me

Its a stupid kind of thing to say
I hope? u get what I mean
And its ok

That I miss you more than Im suppose to
Its hard to be no you, no me


I keep coming back
to? these four words
I keep writing them

Over and over
Yeah


Whats it feel like to read these lines,
Standing there in the Florida sunshine?
No you, no me

Its a stupid kind of thing to say
I hope? u get what I mean
And its ok

If I miss you more than Im suppose to
Its hard to be no you, no me