Sitting here writing a letter
On a Saturday afternoon
But it don't make me feel any better
It don't make me closer to you
When I sit back and I think about us
I think about all your promises rust
Collect dust, on the shelf
Or can you see that you already think of yourself
There's nothing we could of done
Too bring back
The way it was (ahhhhhh)
There's nothing we could of done
Too bring back
And we could not call it love (ahhhhhh)
No we could not call it love
Hope your new boy's good for you
Kissing good night with a devilish grin
You're gonna kiss him the way you kissed me
Don't you know I'll fall in love again
There's nothing we could of done
Too bring back
The way it was (ahhhhhh)
There's nothing we could of done
Too bring back
And we could not call it love (ahhhhhh)
No we could not call it love
No we could not call it love
No we could not call it love