whatever happened to the girl
who let me write my name in her tattoo
do you remember hiding out w/ me
in theater number two
& can you believe
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 made
of your favorite songs
but i just can't quite bring myself
to put them on

but 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 a night that i did not come home
& i still have the letter where you said
the words i'd waited for
since the day we met

but maybe it's too late for that now
or maybe i fucked it all up somehow
i wrote my name on your arm in blue
baby it's you