Me For Barcelona

Today I found the letter that you wrote me
 From that summer night in Spain
 On a nice faded vintage postcard
 I can almost smell the stain
 From the coffee in the cafe
 Bet the sky was pouring rain
 Picturing where you would stay
 In the the city
 Where you first let go of me
 Why'd you have to choose
 Why'd I have to lose
 God I'm trying
 To forget you were mine
 Cause I can't miss
 Coming home to flowers
 Next to the kitchen sink
 And I can't hate
 The way you made me love you
 If I never felt a thing
 And you'd never have to leave
 Me for Barcelona
 If you were never here for me
 I know it's bad
 But I've convinced myself
 That I don't care for what we had
 And I was never happy with you
 Why'd you have to choose
 Why'd I have to lose
 God I'm trying
 To leave it all behind
 Cause I can't miss
 Coming home to flowers
 Next to the kitchen sink
 And I can't hate
 The way you made me love you
 If I never felt a thing
 And you'd never have to leave
 Me for Barcelona
 If you were never here for me
 Me for Barcelona
 If you were never here for me
 The truth is I love you
 And I'll never be the same
 But you had to go
 Trading me in for Spain
 And I can't miss
 Coming home to flowers
 Next to the kitchen sink
 And I can't hate
 The way you made me love you
 If I never felt a thing
 And you'd never have to leave
 Me for Barcelona
 If you were never here for me
 Me for Barcelona
 If you were never here for me