Streets

There's a small patch of forest On the way to the bus bench Where I had my first kiss I pass by it every morning There's a bridge across the street Underneath it there's a tree Where we did a lot more than kiss Up the hill Threw my Slurpee at a stop sign Got pulled over by the police On his bike On Halloween I was You were We were Pretending Every goddamn street I am bombarded by the memories Every goddamn street There is something I've been missing Every turn I take, the nostalgia takes over I'm hungover, I drank too much of these Goddamn streets, with you And now, separately There's the Costco where I sat in the cart There's the Safeway where I stayed in the car There's the Save on where you used to go to work Are you still there? (Are you still there?) Are you still there? Every goddamn building I am bombarded by the memories Every goddamn building There is something I've been missing Every turn I take, the nostalgia takes over I'm hungover, I drank too much of these Goddamn buildings, with you And now, separately I need to leave this city I need to leave this city I need to leave this city I need to leave this city (I need to leave this city) (There's a small patch of forest on the way to the bus bench) (There's the Costco where I sat in the cart, There's the Safeway where I stayed in the car) (Threw my Slurpee at a stop sign, got pulled over by the police, on his bike on Halloween)