we should hang (intro)

I saw her on a Thursday afternoon It's something that I don't think I'll ever forget I sat alone, as I usually did Times were different back then I had lived very closed off and was very stubborn Her hands were the first things I saw I assume this is because I was used to looking down and away And her rings caught my eye And the sweet voice that called for me I looked up and saw her amber-colored eyes I think I was more surprised that the color of her eyes Almost perfectly matched her hair, copper curls l I don't remember much of the first time we spoke I just remember being nervous and my heart beating so fast After that, I think we saw each other every other day or so I would sit in front of her, and she'd poke at my back to get my attention Soon enough, she was my best friend I didn't understand or understand at the time how organic it felt We would laugh and count the songs we skipped And make each other little drawings in class We would sit on the field and stare at each other But we didn't know what we wanted Or at least, I didn't know This was until Until I smiled back at her Until I thought about her Until I remembered her favorite song Until I was sad she stayed home, sick Until I looked for her Until I visited her house I could talk for hours But I don't think I could count the amount of laughs we shared The amount of Diet Dr Peppers we drank The shapes we would draw on each other's backs The movies we would sit and watch Which I don't think I truly ever paid attention to I would daze off into her eyes A hug had never felt so warm The comfort of hearing her breathe And the warmth of her hand on mine All to say the absent and dreaded words at the time "I love you..." I don't think you ever stop loving the person you first say that to No matter what I saw her on a Friday morning And it's something I don't think I'll ever forget It was the last time I saw her I don't think I've ever cried for losing someone I don't think I've ever lost a best friend I don't think I've ever felt like I had lost part of myself And I don't think I'll ever get to tell her that I still... Anyway, I'll remember the gift that she gave me A second home, and in her heart I seemed to have lost the key to it I might've dropped it, and I don't know if I'll ever find it again I'll always remember every detail and little crevice of that house Even the mirror that sits above the couch That I drilled into the wall I hope that thing stays up I don't know if I'll go back or ever see the sun in her eyes Or hear the laugh that's always been my favorite Or even get to tell her how I love and appreciate her But I know one thing... That part of me grew on Wagner Street.