Do you remember when

We didn’t know how this would end?

Felt like a child again

Guess I couldn’t understand

How someone like you

Could like someone me like me

We made out in the basement

Then fell right to sleep

I could write you a love song

The words that you need

I could take you to London

Or out to the sea

Oh, you made it so easy

To take my own pace

To, with all that devotion

We raised our claims

And when the hurt fades

I just hope that is what remains

When it’s all falling to pieces

Some try the talking to Jesus

Don’t wanna talk and don’t mean it

Why would you talk but don’t mean it?

So, if I’m cutting the bull

Post-mortem: Open the skull

Well, I still love you and I guess I’ll never get it in full

Still, I know that the healing

Will take its own pace

Because all our devotion

Just raised our claims

And when the hurt fades

I just hope that is what remains

So, I will let him be the one to grow old with you

If he makes you happy, if he makes you happy

And I’ll proudly be the one who grew up with you

If he makes you happy, hope he makes you happy