Just meet me at our spot
We'll talk about whatever
It doesn't matter who'd have thought
We'd be so happy together
I'll say you should meet my old friends
I think you'd really like
I'll introduce them to my girlfriend
And we could talk about Scott Pilgrim
And if it gets any colder
I'll give you my sweater to where
We'll pretend we're so much older
Until we get there
Across the street
Through the trees
Nobody will see
Across the street
Through the trees
Come along with me
Guitar lessons and make out sessions
With you I feel helpless
But if I want you to myself
Than would that make selfish?
