I kinda I like the old you Better than the new you I wish I have the nerve to tell you why But I never say it to you I remember in our first year That was quite a long year But bigger, better plans got their hands on us And everything was unclear But I don't wanna fight you I won't even try to I don't wanna fight And maybe in the springtime We can make it our time Whisper back and forth on your parent's porch While drinking sh**ty box wine We'll rent a slice-of-life film Pretending that we're sixteen And you look like a dream Messy hair, dark eyes And you're in mom jeans I don't wanna fight you I won't even try to I don't wanna fight you La da da da da I kinda like the old you Better than the new you I wish I have the nerve to tell you why But I never say it to you I never say it to you I never say it to you I never say anything When you were in mom jeans When you were wearing mom jeans When you were wearing mom jeans