Whatever happened to the girl who let me write my name in her tattoo Do you remember hiding out with me in theatre number two? Can you believe that I don't even recall if we ever kissed? I still have your sweatshirt, I still have your records I still have those tapes you'd made of all your favorite songs But I just can't quite bring myself to put 'em on And maybe it's too late for that now
I still have the letter you wrote Sitting on my steps waiting for me to come home On the night that I did not come home And I still have the letter where you said Those words I'd waited for since the day we met Maybe it's too late for that now, maybe I f**ed it all up somehow But I wrote my name on your arm in blue, baby, it's you