1988

What's up?

I've been thinking about you

Way back in '88 cruising in your daddy's truck

Smoking buttz

I think about you a lot

Here's my number

Gimme a call if you feel like making trouble

Or need someone to catch you where you fall

I know about that enough

Feeling outnumbered by the number of feelings we felt

I miss you so much

Hanging out the window smoking buttz

Anyway, I've been numb

In every way I need you

Here's my number

Gimme a call or send a text

I'll be back in the neighborhood

Playing at Tessie's with Nick and Matt

See, I've been thinking about you

Hanging out at 7 Benson soaking up the sun on a summer day

Heyyyy

Everything I don't know

In every way I need you

Someday we'll get our shit together someday

In every way I'm bleeding

So here's my number

I'll be thinking about you

When I'm walking down the street or any avenue

Or just sitting in a room

Here's to you

Giving me a call to hang out

Maybe later, tomorrow, or anytime all night long