I still think 'bout the days
driving around
with nothing to do
but find all the things we never found
you were so pretty
and we were so young
windows rolled down
singin' old songs
we'd come back to my room
the sun peeking in
you put on your clothes
and say 'babe i think,
i think i might like you'
i listened to the shadows
hanging pictures
we were drifters
we'd get too close
and then you'd drift away
from the one thing hanging in the silence
oh, our love was just too violent
and you'd start screaming
with my head in your hands
i remember the time i said
'babe i cant be your man'
but i'll do what i can.
and i always knew your bite was bigger than your bark
i remember all those nights i used to watch you sleep in the dark
i had a good heart.
i had a good heart.
