Even if only for one weekend
And you could tell that I was nervous, so you held my hand
The things remind me of you
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
The littlest things that take me there
All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses
So come on, tell me
So come on, tell me
I know it's not right, but it seems unfair
I know it sounds lame but it's so true
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
Drinkin' tea in bed, watching DVD's
Of when we had just started things
It seems, it seems
Dreams, dreams
I wonder if you feel the same way too
The things are reminding me of you
You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers
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And it seems, it seems
I know it sounds lame but it's so true
Is this the end?
The littlest things that take me there
I don't know why I trusted you but I knew that I could
Even if only for one weekend
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
When I was feeling down, you made that face you do
Dreams, dreams
That I can't shake those memories
Dreams of me and you
I know it's not right, but it seems unfair
The first time that you introduced me to your friends
When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines
Is this the end?
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
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As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's
Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
There's no one in the world that could replace you
Dreams of you and me
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt
Of when we had just started things