I'll try not to think of you;
Everytime that song comes on the radio,
Everytime I walk past those swings in the park,
Everytime I stumble across those old photographs.

I'll try not to think of you;
On that long train journey to where you live,
On the lonely walk along the riverbank,
On the bus to the place I've been avoiding

I'll try not to think of you;
When I turn my iPod up and listen to the 80's ballad,
When I ring the bell to tell the bus driver to stop,
When I stand at the iron gates of hell.

I'll try not to think of you;
As I walk up the grey winding path,
As I try to remember the directions your Mother gave me,
As I approach the gravestone.

But I always think of you;
I will never forget you.