Baby-blue was always your colour
It's a little strange how we're seeing each other
But God, you look just as I remember
It's been a few years, but I've known you forever
You packed your bags and moved out to Boston
Needed a place that you could get lost in
Only came home 'cause your mother's not well
You say that time will tell
Tell me, how it feels?
Now that you got my youth on your bed post
Got my youth in the back of your Jeans
Think of me while you wash 'em clean
Say it ain't so
Now that our picture's getting dusty
You smell vanilla and don't think about me
I hope it's alright, your life without me
You ran to my house in the pouring rain
Just to sleep on the floor beside my bed
And I've cried every damn day since you left
I don't mind if I never get over it
I've been watching reruns, repeating all the lines
Driving down the highway and missing all the signs
I should call my little sister, I worry 'bout her all the time
Tell me, how it feels?
Now that you got my youth on your bedpost
Got my youth in the back of your closet
Think of me with my face in your locket
Say it ain't so, now that our picture's getting dusty
You get drunk and don't think about me
I hope it's alright, your life without me
You hold other hands
I'm biting my tongue
You're making new plans
While I'm coming undone
And I watch your old films, super-cut reels
Looking at it now, I think I love you still
Steady my breath, I try to be cool
If I never say a word, does it make it less true?
I feel the time go
I fear the unknown
While you laugh with somebody that you met on your phone
Little kids grow
It's getting so old
And all of my anxieties are filling up my diaries
The water ran cold
There's so much I don't know
I think I gotta go
Yeah, I think I gotta go
Tell me, how it feels?
Now that you got my youth on your bed post
Got my youth in the palm of your hand
Think of me in that wedding band
Say it ain't so, now that our picture's getting dusty
You seen green, don't think about me
I hope it's alright, your life without me