Cold Shower Tuesdays
Her finger traced I love youIn the palm of my handThat's still the only timeMy belly's ever hit the floor like that
Your feet in my lapWe drove the pastKnowing we would turn around again
refrain:Tell her I'm not sorryMention my FerrariJust don't tell her thatI miss herShe wanted inI wanted outAnd that's the last thing we talked about
Remember how our hands matchedLove lines, same sizeI guess I should have checkedTo see the lifelines were in line
I called on the phoneYou still felt aloneAnd talked about the songs that made you cry
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Campfire cookiesAnd John Hughes moviesJr. mints & cold shower TuesdaysNovember shivers and rearview mirrorsAnd the little things like that
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