So make of this what you will
 So many little shots in the dark
 The same records, the same shoes and a smile that almost broke yr heart
 Yeah, I'm all for local history
 3 things I'll remember:
 Her pasta was [bad word] 
 She left with a CD still playing,
 And you,
 You always threw yr arms around me in yr sleep.

 Oooh

 See that girl?
 In the left-hand corner
 I said, you see that guy?
 Their love story is famous

 Break hard
 Every breath that showed
 Every step I missed
 I'm bound to make it brighter
 I remember that night clearer now
 I turned up, why the [bad word] are we drinking up?
 Holding hands and losing touch
 I said it, I said it, I said it
 Now I'm walking away