Okay, we didn't work out, and all our memories to tell you the truth aren't good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was real and it was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid but "lets pretend you never said you love me, and I'll pretend I didn't say it either. Let's pretend that I don't dream of you and you can pretend that you don't either. Let's pretend that you don't crave me, and I'll pretend my body doesn't want you. Let's pretend that we are strangers and that our words travel but they miss us. Let's pretend there is no hope, and we are only but a box of memories, with living traces of a damaged love we carry in us."