i don t think much about her no more

Vampire Weekend

I don t think much about her no more
Seldom if ever does she cross my mind
Yesterday s gone, Lord, it s better forgotten
Like the poison red berries to die on the vine
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

This mornin at dawn, Lord, I pulled into town
Had some coffee and talked with some old friends of mine
Laughing at the good times they remembered
And then I remembered a time

Lord, I can see the bright lights back in Dallas
As yesterday moves like a dream through my mind
I didn t suppose that I d ever forget her
And you know it took such a long time

But I don t think much about her no more
Seldom if ever does she cross my mind
Yesterday s gone and it s better forgotten
It s like a poison red berry that clings to the mind