Last Year

the smell of january makes me think of this time last year when we were still so in love the same flowers are growing in the same place at the same time in the same way as last year last year, when you were mine my old calendar is marked on this day the special day that I have now put to hate the same flowers are growing in the same place at the same time in the same way as last year last year, when you were mine if we had never met, then I would never know this empty longing for a time so long ago I'm glad you're gone but sometimes I don't think it's fair that this time every year my mind will be somewhere away I go down all the streets that we once walked on thinking of things I haven't thought for so long the same flowers are growing in the same place at the same time in the same way as last year last year, when you were mine