She Don't Wear the Same Clothes

Yesterday she opened up, a book of memories and stuff Bunch of pictures from the past, girls she knew and boys she smashed Polaroids and old flip phones, dirty dancing, mr jones Sees a life she might've lost, couldn't help but notice She don't wear the same clothes she used to, she used to She don't dream the dreams that she used to, she used to These days she just lives for the weekend, the weekend Time goes by real fast when your sleeping, when your sleeping Closed the book and rubbed her eyes, Traced her fingers down her thighs Likes to think what might've been, if she ended up with him Shuts it off she starts to breathe, knows its wrong make believe In the dream she thought she had, couldn't help but notice She don't wear the same clothes she used...