I'm writing you a letter At least I'm trying to But I hate every single Word I choose I tore up lots of paper Full of things i thought i meant That never would have wound up getting sent I keep coming back to these four words I keep writing them Over and over No you, no me Its a stupid kind of thing to say I hope u get what I mean And its ok That I miss you more than Im suppose to Its hard to be no you, no me Your address is Orlando Where u always liked the sun Remember how we planned to go there once? So many mischances are all I think about Im living most with what I live without. Whats it feel like to read these lines, Standing there in the Florida sunshine? No you, no me Its a stupid kind of thing to say I hope u get what I mean And its ok That I miss you more than Im suppose to Its hard to be no you, no me I keep coming back to these four words I keep writing them Over and over Yeah Whats it feel like to read these lines, Standing there in the Florida sunshine? No you, no me Its a stupid kind of thing to say I hope u get what I mean And its ok If I miss you more than Im suppose to Its hard to be no you, no me