would you like to meet me for coffeennand talk for a whilenncause time hasn't changed my mindnni need a funaral or a revivalnnboth ways i'll smilennbut i can't sill pretend that inndont have a crush on younnnnyou were everything i wantednnwhen i was eighteennnperfect in every waynnthen you left the churchnnand the rumours were plentynni know they weren't all emptynnbut i'm tired of pretending that inndont have a crush on youn