Sometimes, I think of you, and I cant help but wonder if you're thinking about me at the same time.

Sometimes I wonder if you think of me at all, or if you miss me as much as I do you.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if it was you I shared my bed with.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone else knows the name of the girl who winds her way through more than one of your notes...

Mostly I wonder if you're happy. And if you're not, I wonder how you might be.