作曲 : Rupert Bootes Howarth/Philip von Boch Scully/Danielle Alisa Poppitt/Eric Joseph Straube/Christopher William Qualls/Marshall Gallagher
I, I'm outside of your house
I'm tryna catch my, breath
But I'm kinda freakin' out
(But I'm kinda freakin' out)
I've got your old boots, in the backseat of my car
And that tattoo, of your initials on my arm
And they're both used, worn and weathered like my heart
We stop 'em we start again

What if I said I didn't think about you?
What if I told you that the feelin's gone?
Would you come back to me anyways?

Now I'm lyin' on the floor
Just starin' at the screen
Where I've gotten on the stored
I've erased it twice before
It's like a bad song, playin' over in my head
Off those records, still in a box under your bed
It's so hard, when we break before we bend
We stop 'em we start again

What if I said I didn't think about you?
What if I told you that the feelin's gone?
Would you come back to me anyways?