I used to know a story from when i was a kid
about the messes you made and all the things that you did
to push through all the boundaries and set yourself apart
is it worth it looking back knowing you would fall apart?
tell me one last time that everything will be just fine
take me back to when we used to know each other's secrets
when we would joke about the things that i forgot to say
i still see your face in every passing stranger but do you still see mine or did you lose it when you left me behind?
three years later, you packed up and moved away
leaving everything we ever knew crashing in your wake
i've finally learned to stay above the waves
but the?? is pulling me down and i think i'll stay
im slowly drowning and i finally feel okay
take me back to when we used to know each other's secrets
when we would joke about the things that i forgot to say
i still see your face in every passing stranger but do you still see mine or did you lose it when you left me behind?
i like to think that you still check in
and i hope to god that you'll come around again (repeating)
take me back to when we used to know each other's secrets
when we would joke about the things that i forgot to say
i still see your face in every passing stranger but do you still see mine or did you lose it when you left me behind?
you left me behind x2

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