A small piece of paper with your name written on it
Is all that's left from the box I found
I made something better before we left for the midwest
That I've saved for years
I could never miss anything quite as much as that summer ending
And you on the phone
I was living with my parents still
And you always driving everywhere we went
I can almost sing those songs the same

It wasn't fair for them to tell you all about me
It wasn't right for me to tell you all I knew
It wasn't fair for them to tell you all about me
It wasn't right for me to tell you all I knew

Yeah, I could call them right sometimes
But I'd never call myself fucking secure


Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11

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