You make me think of old movies and twin peaks.
Book stores and old playboy magazines.
Remember when you fingered me in the library.
I'm not in love with you,
I'm in love with the memories.

I could still cry when I think of you.
You're brown corduroy pants and leather shoes.
I miss the way you would grab my ass and how we would skip class.
I don't remember the bad parts,
I would really have to try.
I just remember who happy it made me,
That you loved me so much.

We went to the same school for 8 years but we never spoke.
I always thought you were a little weird.
Maybe my next boyfriend will be 50.
She was the girl at school in a band, but she likes older men.
I miss your white t-shirts stained with coffee
cnd you liked someone else