I've had the same song on repeat,
wanna turn it up so loud I can't breathe,
or feel, or need,
don't even think it would help if I screamed.
We were just kids,
I can't find myself,
thinking about you like this.
Underline the lyrics in bold,
every italicized word
is a story we told.
Shout them out the windows on the long ride home,
I don't wanna fight,
it's starting to get cold.