The one that got away.
Summer after high school when we first met,
make out in your Mustang to Radiohead,
and
on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos.
Used
to steal your parents liquor and climb to the roof,
talk about our future like we had a clue,
never planned on one day I'd be
losing you.
In another life, I would be your girl.
We keep all our promises,
BS
against the world.
I was June and you were my Johnny Cash,
never one without the other,
we made a pie.
Sometimes when I miss you,
I put those records on.
Said you had your tattoo removed,
saw you downtown singing the blues,
it's time to face the music,
I'm no longer your muse.
In another life, I would be your girl.
We keep all our promises,
BS
against the world.
BS against the world.