Her finger traced I love you
In the palm of my hand
That's still the only time
My belly's ever hit the floor like that
Your feet in my lap
We drove the past
Knowing we would turn around again
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Tell her I'm not sorry
Mention my Ferrari
Just don't tell her that
I miss her
She wanted in
I wanted out
And that's the last thing we talked about
Remember how our hands matched
Love lines, same size
I guess I should have checked
To the lifelines were in line
I called on the phone
You still felt alone
And talked about the songs that made you cry
Chorus
Campfire cookies
And John Hughes movies
Jr. mints & cold shower Tuesdays
November shivers and rearview mirrors
And the little things like that
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