Your toothbrush sits in my drawer
Your towel hangs on my door
And those things are untouchable
You are untouchable
My hickeys have yet to fade
My lips still enshrine your name
And those things are untouchable
You are untouchable
If you change your mind
I'll be right here
I still feel like "us"
Maybe in 5 years
'Cause those things are untouchable
You are untouchable