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