it was in the way that you wore your hair up just like the day that you cut your bangs off it was in the west coast the seattle sun set just like the day that i lost my best friend it was in the nights spent sleeping on my bunk bed the bed frame beneath us was built from wooden matchsticks think if i could go back i’d probably burn that mattress i’d try to take with it that whole college campus
if i crashed my car on my drive home if a patch of ice sent me off the road if i died before i turned 21 you’d be the only girl i ever really loved
i wrote more songs about this shit than times we talked it out you always said i quit and looking back i guess i probably did i hope you find the west and that your handprints someday leave my chest you’re still my biggest mistake in every single fucking way
it was good to see you with a new boyfriend who am i fucking kidding, i really couldn’t stand it i’d write more songs about you if it would make a difference this will be my last one, i really hope you like it