take me back to freshman year

when you taught me how to care

about someone other than myself

i learned from you and no one else



sang country music to me like you did

even though we were into punk rock bands

you still knew all the 

stupid love songs from the 90s

one time i asked you out (you said no)

and i cried for days when you moved to chigago

all my friends hated you and we fought all the time

now you're in georgia *now missouri* 

and out of my life



so take me back to freshman year

when you taught me how to care

about someone other than myself

thought i loved you and no one else



you and i listened to yellowcard

in the middle of history class

the teacher never taught us anything

because he didn't know what he was talking about

i'm sorry i acted like a bitch

but sometimes you were dumb

i think of the nickname i gave you

then you were "weskimo" to everyone

so we pretended it was cool

i miss you now

and i still wish someone would



take me back to freshman year

when you taught me how to care

about someone other than myself

i want to remember how it felt

when you were here

freshman year