Her finger traced I love you
In the palm of my hand
That's still the only time
My belly's ever hit the floor like that
Your feet in my lap
We drove the past
Tell her I'm not sorry
Mention my Ferrari
Remember how our hands matched
Love lines, same size
I guess I should have checked
that the life lines
I called on the phone
You still felt alone
Campfire cookies
And John Hughes movies
November shivers and rearview mirrors
And the little things like that