Nothing left to remember me by

About that girl, that sat by us in english
The one that always wore black
Did she leave the school or something?
Is she probably coming back?

Maybe not...

Whisper in my ear the senses that you hand to me
What they're for is where you'll start
To make things harder for me

Tell me I'm invisible, I'm lost
In order for me to find where I am

Just don't tell me you're sorry
That you'll miss me
I'll be the one to hear it, really

There really is
Nothing left to remember me by
'Cept the scribles in the back of the oldest locker
And the steps left tracked on the track road

Whisper in my ear the senses that you hand to me
What they're for is where you'll start
To make things harder for me

Tell me I'm invisible, I'm lost
In order for me to find where I am

Just don't tell me you're sorry
That you'll miss me
I'll be the one to hear it, really

Tell me I'm lost
So that I may be found