Me For Barcelona - Anna Hamilton

Today I found that letter that you wrote me

From that summer night in Spain

On a nice faded vintage postcard

I can almost smell the stain

From the coffee in the cafe

Bet the sky was pouring rain

Picturing where you would stay

In the city where you first let go of me

Why’d you have to chose

Why’d I have to lose

God I trying to forget you were mine

Cause I can’t miss

Coming home to flowers

Next to the kitchen sink

And I can’t hate

The way you make me love you

If I never felt a thing

And you never have to leave me for Barcelona

If you were never here for me

I know it’s bad

But i’ve convinced myself

That I don’t care for what we’ve had

And I was never happy with you