Sometimes I like to look behind

Flip back the page, rewind

And wouldn’t it be great

If we could start it over again

Butterflies in my stomach

Waiting for the phone to ring

Hoping its your voice I hear

Callin’ out from the the other end

Meeting up with you and your friends

Trying to play it calm

Trying to play it cool

Ain’t gonna show my hand

Feel the heat on my cheeks

When you say all those little things

And I think I’ve got a crush

Finding excuses to touch you

Hanging on your every word

Long car rides through the country 

Lean in

Lips touch lips

And some times, I dunno why

I wanna go back in time

And find the you I barely knew



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