Sometimes I find myself
sittin' back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch
other people kissing
And I remember when you started
calling me your miss's
All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about
my childhood
I don't why I trusted you
but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend
lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your
boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems,
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too...