D.MENDEZ - we should hang (intro) Lyrics

I saw her on a Thursday afternoon
It's something that I don't think I'll ever forget
I sat alone, as I usually did
Times were different back then
I had lived very closed off and was very stubborn

Her hands were the first things I saw
I assume this is because I was used to looking down and away
And her rings caught my eye
And the sweet voice that called for me
I looked up and saw her amber-colored eyes
I think I was more surprised that the color of her eyes
Almost perfectly matched her hair, copper curls
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I don't remember much of the first time we spoke
I just remember being nervous and my heart beating so fast
After that, I think we saw each other every other day or so
I would sit in front of her, and she'd poke at my back to get my attention
Soon enough, she was my best friend
I didn't understand or understand at the time how organic it felt

We would laugh and count the songs we skipped
And make each other little drawings in class
We would sit on the field and stare at each other
But we didn't know what we wanted
Or at least, I didn't know
This was until

Until I smiled back at her
Until I thought about her
Until I remembered her favorite song
Until I was sad she stayed home, sick
Until I looked for her
Until I visited her house

I could talk for hours
But I don't think I could count the amount of laughs we shared
The amount of Diet Dr Peppers we drank
The shapes we would draw on each other's backs
The movies we would sit and watch
Which I don't think I truly ever paid attention to
I would daze off into her eyes
A hug had never felt so warm
The comfort of hearing her breathe
And the warmth of her hand on mine
All to say the absent and dreaded words at the time
"I love you..."

I don't think you ever stop loving the person you first say that to
No matter what
I saw her on a Friday morning
And it's something I don't think I'll ever forget
It was the last time I saw her
I don't think I've ever cried for losing someone
I don't think I've ever lost a best friend
I don't think I've ever felt like I had lost part of myself
And I don't think I'll ever get to tell her that I still...

Anyway, I'll remember the gift that she gave me
A second home, and in her heart
I seemed to have lost the key to it
I might've dropped it, and I don't know if I'll ever find it again
I'll always remember every detail and little crevice of that house
Even the mirror that sits above the couch
That I drilled into the wall
I hope that thing stays up
I don't know if I'll go back or ever see the sun in her eyes
Or hear the laugh that's always been my favorite
Or even get to tell her how I love and appreciate her
But I know one thing...
That part of me grew on Wagner Street.