You forget a thousand things every day
How about you make sure this is one of them?

Under The Maple Tree

I think I know better
Than to come crawling back to you
You were the source of my sorrows
And I won't be here for tomorrow
My love
My love
I've been writing you letters
A thousand that I never sent
I won't be here for tomorrow
Or the week after next
I've been writing you letters
A thousand unsent texts

I've been writing you letters
A thousand that I never sent
My love will be gone by tomorrow
So I'm done sending you texts

I think I know better
Than come crawling back to you
You were the source of my sorrows
And I won't be here for tomorrow
My love
My love

Under The Maple Tree

I think
A part of me has been missing
For a long time