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.