Just don't tell her that I miss her
November shivers and rear view mirrors
And John Hughes movies
November shivers and rear view mirrors
We drove away the past
And talked about the songs
And John Hughes movies
Just don't tell her that I miss her
I called on the phone
You still felt alone
That made you cry
And that's the last thing we talked about
Jr. Mints and thats the last thing we talked about
And the little things like that
Your feet in my lap
And the little things like that, little things like that
She wanted in, I wanted out
Remember how our hands matched
Knowing we would turn around again
Just don't tell her that I miss her
To see the life lines were in line
Campfire cookies
And that's the last thing we talked about
Tell her I'm not sorry, mention my Ferrari
Campfire cookies
And that's the last thing we talked about
I guess I should have checked
And that's the last thing we talked about
She wanted in, I wanted out
She wanted in, I wanted out
Tell her I'm not sorry, mention my Ferrari
Jr. Mints and cold shower Tuesdays
My belly's ever hit the floor like that
Love lines, same size
She wanted in, I wanted out
That's still the only time
Tell her I'm not sorry, mention my Ferrari
