I wonder if you think of me sometimes, anytime, as you drive around, when you hear a certain sound.
I wonder if you still remember, that sweet November,
the way I’d pretend not to care
if you touched my hair
or if I caught your stare.
I wonder if you ever close your eyes
just to fantasize
about me for a while.
I wonder if you’re not what you seem
if the ‘you’ I met was just a scheme
and nothing you said is true.
if the ‘you’ I met was just a scheme
and nothing you said is true.
I wonder if you remember I exist
and how can you possibly resist
my eyes when I look at you.
