I know you got your problems, everybody's got em'
You don't gotta change yourself for me
I feel it in nostalgia, feel it at the bottom
You don't gotta loose yourself for me
Bright red sweaters and acky jones
Frostbit weather and stoney palms
Thats where I saw you
Thats where I saw you
Christmas lights and suits n' ties
I picked you up from the wedding
That's where I saw you
That's where I lost you
Be mine, I sing the steeple
I can see all the worried people
I know you got your problems, everybody's got em'
You don't gotta change yourself for me
I feel it in nostalgia, feel it at the bottom
You don't gotta loose yourself for me
I know you got your problems, everybody's got em'
You don't gotta change yourself for me
I feel it in nostalgia, feel it at the bottom
You don't gotta loose yourself for me
God only knows if I feel it again
My memories are starting to pile
Hollowed and dried, to tired to try
My memories are starting to pile
I am who I am, the inks in my skin
My memories are starting to know me less
I, I've never really been this good at making regrets
I, I've never really been this good at making regrets
I know you got your problems, everybody's got em'
You don't gotta change yourself for me
I feel it in nostalgia, feel it at the bottom
You don't gotta loose yourself for me
I know you got your problems, everybody's got em'
You don't gotta change yourself for me
I feel it in nostalgia, feel it at the bottom
You don't gotta loose yourself for me