I kinda like the old you, better than the new you I wish I had the nerve to tell you why But I never say it to you Remember in our first year That was quite a long year Bigger better plans got their hands on us and everything was unclear I don't wanna fight you, I won't even try to And maybe in the spring time, we could make it our time Whisper back and forth on your parents porch while drinking shitty box wine We'll rent a slice-of-life film, pretending that we're sixteen You look like a dream messy hair, dark eyes You were wearing mom jeans