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

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

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