Whatever happened to the girl
Who let me write my name
In her tattoo
Do you remember hiding out with me
In theatre number two
Can you believe
That I don't even recall
If we ever kissed
I still have your sweatshirt
I still have your records
I still have those tapes you'd made
Of all your favorite songs
But I just can't quite bring myself
To put em on
And maybe it's too late for that now
I still have the letter you wrote
Sitting on my steps
Waiting for me to come home
On the night
That I did not come home
And I still have the letter where you said
Those words I'd waited for
Since the day we met
Maybe it's too late for that now
Maybe I f*cked it all up somehow
But I wrote my name on your arm in blue
Baby it's you