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
