Cold Shower Tuesdays

Her finger traced

I love you

In the palm of my hand

That's still the only time

My belly's ever hit the floor like that

Your feet in my lap

We drove away the past

Knowing we would turn around again

Tell her I'm not sorry, mention my

FerrariJust don't tell her that

I miss her

She wanted in,

I wanted out

And that's the last thing we talked about

Remember how our hands matched

Love lines, same size

I guess I should have checked

To see the life lines were in line

I called on the phone

You still felt alone

And talked about the songs

That made you cry

Tell her I'm not sorry, mention my

FerrariJust don't tell her that

I miss her

She wanted in,

I wanted out

And that's the last thing we talked about

She wanted in,

I wanted out

And that's the last thing we talked about

Campfire cookies

And John Hughes movies

Jr. Mints and cold shower

TuesdaysNovember shivers and rear view mirrors

And the little things like that, little things like that

Tell her I'm not sorry, mention my

FerrariJust don't tell her that

I miss her

She wanted in,

I wanted out

And that's the last thing we talked about

Campfire cookies

And John Hughes movies

Jr. Mints and thats the last thing we talked about

November shivers and rear view mirrors

And the little things like that

And thats the last thing we talked about