Time won't fly back
like it's paralized by it, i'd like to be my old self
again but i'm still tryin' to find it. After plaid shirt
days and that's when you made me your own, now you mail back
my things and i walk home alone. but you keep my old scarf, from
that very first week. It reminds me you're innocent, and it
smells alot like me i can't get rid of it. Cause you remember
it All too well.
