Wanna travel, sing your heart out
wanna say you had problems until you stuffed them into your pockets
went for a stroll and everything was okay
wanna wear them shades, say you had a girl
wanna pack all you have, stuffed cash in your pants
erased her from where she never is to be again and everything was okay
have a record, call it crash
remember her and yours first kiss, rip that necklace off your neck
stuff it in your shirt pocket, remember that day too, and this time it's ok to regret
that stupid guitar, talk about juvenile, mashed it once didn't learn the first time
since 16 you've wanted more and now you want what you had back then...
petite on your couch, sleepy and cold...oh that sweet smile
you just might miss her
no
back on the moon again, slipped out a picture, can't burn it, not on the moon
she was yours, once she was REALLY REALLY YOURS.
