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.