Lyric
|
well
|
it
|
all
|
began
|
in
|
the
|
back
|
of
|
her
|
car
|
i
|
was
|
just
|
sixteen
|
but
|
i
|
fell
|
so
|
hard
|
well
|
the
|
years
|
went
|
by
|
and
|
she
|
held
|
my
|
heart
|
but
|
her
|
love
|
ran
|
dry
|
and
|
we
|
fell
|
apart
|
i
|
felt
|
her
|
growing
|
distant
|
i
|
knew
|
her
|
love
|
was
|
shifting
|
and
|
all
|
|
Lyric
|
that
|
i
|
could
|
say
|
was
|
don't
|
tell
|
me
|
that
|
it's
|
over
|
the
|
book
|
of
|
you
|
and
|
i
|
now
|
you've
|
scribbled
|
out
|
my
|
name
|
and
|
you've
|
erased
|
my
|
favorite
|
lines
|
there
|
were
|
so
|
many
|
chapters
|
that
|
we
|
never
|
got
|
to
|
write
|
like
|
cereal
|
for
|
dinner
|
and
|
staying
|
up
|
all
|
night
|
i
|
remember
|
|
Lyric
|
where
|
we
|
started
|
i
|
remember
|
how
|
you
|
looked
|
but
|
now
|
i'm
|
missing
|
bits
|
and
|
pieces
|
from
|
the
|
pages
|
that
|
you
|
took
|
you
|
didn't
|
give
|
a
|
reason
|
i'll
|
forever
|
wonder
|
why
|
we
|
never
|
got
|
to
|
finish
|
the
|
book
|
of
|
you
|
and
|
i
|
well
|
i
|
bought
|
a
|
pen
|
and
|
i
|
turned
|
the
|
|
Lyric
|
page
|
then
|
i
|
wrote
|
about
|
how
|
i
|
wish
|
you'd
|
stayed
|
i
|
said
|
all
|
the
|
things
|
that
|
i
|
never
|
got
|
to
|
say
|
maybe
|
when
|
it's
|
done
|
i
|
will
|
feel
|
okay
|
that
|
she
|
had
|
grown
|
so
|
distant
|
and
|
that
|
her
|
love
|
had
|
shifted
|
i
|
wish
|
she
|
felt
|
the
|
same
|
don't
|
tell
|
me
|
|
Lyric
|
that
|
it's
|
over
|
the
|
book
|
of
|
you
|
and
|
i
|
now
|
you've
|
scribbled
|
out
|
my
|
name
|
and
|
you've
|
erased
|
my
|
favorite
|
lines
|
there
|
were
|
so
|
many
|
chapters
|
that
|
we
|
never
|
got
|
to
|
write
|
like
|
cereal
|
for
|
dinner
|
and
|
staying
|
up
|
all
|
night
|
i
|
remember
|
where
|
we
|
started
|
i
|
remember
|
how
|
you
|
|
Lyric
|
looked
|
but
|
now
|
im
|
missing
|
bits
|
and
|
pieces
|
from
|
the
|
pages
|
that
|
you
|
took
|
you
|
never
|
gave
|
a
|
reason
|
i'll
|
forever
|
wonder
|
why
|
we
|
never
|
got
|
to
|
finish
|
the
|
book
|
of
|
you
|
and
|
i
|
don't
|
tell
|
me
|
tell
|
me
|
that
|
you're
|
leaving
|
me
|
my
|
belly
|
hurts
|
and
|
my
|
heart
|
is
|
|
Lyric
|
hardly
|
beating
|
right
|
i
|
hate
|
to
|
beg
|
but
|
i'll
|
try
|
one
|
last
|
time
|
don't
|
tell
|
me
|
that
|
it's
|
over
|
the
|
book
|
of
|
you
|
and
|
i
|
now
|
you've
|
scribbled
|
out
|
my
|
name
|
and
|
you've
|
erased
|
my
|
favorite
|
lines
|
there
|
were
|
so
|
many
|
chapters
|
that
|
we
|
never
|
got
|
to
|
write
|
like
|
cereal
|
|
Lyric
|
for
|
dinner
|
and
|
staying
|
up
|
all
|
night
|
i
|
remember
|
where
|
we
|
started
|
i
|
remember
|
how
|
you
|
looked
|
but
|
now
|
i'm
|
missing
|
bits
|
and
|
pieces
|
from
|
the
|
pages
|
that
|
you
|
took
|
you
|
never
|
gave
|
a
|
reason
|
i'll
|
forever
|
wonder
|
why
|
we
|
never
|
got
|
to
|
finish
|
the
|
book
|
of
|
you
|
and
|
i
|
|