Looking at pictures of us in Portland, Oregon
I still can't figure out why we didn't have fun
And I said, "My family yells." You said, "Mine doesn't at all."
You know us passionate girls, we all got our claws
I grabbed a coffee and I gave Paul a buzz
I said, "I don't think I'm who he thought I was."
And we ignored each other that whole walk on the bridge
Don't you hate when people say, "It is what it is."
Sometimes I wonder where the hell you ended up
Minnesota, Santa Ana, nothing ever filled your cup
I'm a sucker for nostalgia, it's a weak spot, yes I know
Pacing circles on your balcony and trying to let go
I grabbed a coffee and I gave Paul a buzz
I said, "I don't think I'm who he thought I was."
And we ignored each other that whole walk on the bridge
Don't you hate when people say, "It is what it is."
I grabbed a coffee and I gave Paul a buzz
I said I don't think I'm who he thought I was
And with me it's really never water under the bridge
Don't you hate when people say "It is what it is"
