casiotone for the painfully alone
baby it's you
Whatever happened to the girl Who let me write my name In her tattoo Do you remember hiding out with me In theatre number two  Can you believe That I don't even recall If we ever kissed  I still have your sweatshirt I still have your records I still have those tapes you'd made Of all your favorite songs But I just can't quite bring myself To put em on  And maybe it's too late for that now  I still have the letter you wrote Sitting on my steps Waiting for me to come home On the night That I did not come home And I still have the letter where you said Those words I'd waited for Since the day we met  Maybe it's too late for that now Maybe I fucked it all up somehow But I wrote my name on your arm in blue Baby it's you