22

I'm at the movies, and they're playing our story It's black and white, and I can't stop watching At the bar, and they're playing our song It sounds like summer and white guitars And I don't wanna go anywhere anymore And I don't wanna see anything, anything I'm at the house that we grew up in It falls down without you here And in the car, I scream so loud Because I don't exist no more And I don't wanna go anywhere anymore And I don't wanna be anything, anything I'm just getting old I'm just 22 I just wanna hold on to you I'm just getting old I'm just 22 I just wanna hold on to you I'm just getting old I'm just 22 I just wanna hold on to you I'm just getting old I'm just 22 I just wanna hold on to you