Yearbook

I found your name in my yearbook Trying to remember who we were Maybe homeroom junior year? Yeah Pick out your face in the photos Smiling mugshots, a sea of old ghosts You signed your name with a number Capped it off with "have a great summer" And if I called, would you still pick up the phone? I never thought I'd miss the days when We thought we really figured it out But I guess I don't, I guess I just miss you Yeah I hate the smell of cigarettes but I love how it reminds me of Late night drives with you We were like best friends out in the west end, out of our minds Do you remember back in the summer when we almost got caught J-turn in the drop top Wasting all of our money on the shit we never bought I never thought I'd miss those days When we thought we really figured it out But I guess I don't, I guess I just miss you Yeah I hate the smell of cigarettes but I love how it reminds me of Late night drives with you And now you're just a Ghost that I once knew