You don't look as different
Remember when I kissed you
And everything still looks the same,
Maybe after all this time
same old shirt you always wear
And everybody knows your name
Cause it's the same one as your dad
We were talking so much shit
But things were never really that bad
I got the color of, the color of,
the memory of, the color of your eyes
I got the feeling of, the feeling of,
the memory of, the feeling of
The memory of the feeling of
The memory of the feeling
And everything still looks the same
Maybe after all this time
The color of, the color of
The memory of the color of your eyes
I got the feeling of, the feeling of
The memory of, the feeling of
The memory of, the feeling of
The memory of, the feeling of