Blue jeans, white shirt
walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
it was like James Dean, for sure,
you're so fresh to death and sick as cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip-hop
but you fit me better than my favorite sweater
and I know, that love is mean, and love hurts
but I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby,
I will love you til the end of time,
I would wait a million years.
Promise you'll remember that you're mine,
Baby, can you sit through the tears?
Love you more than those bitches before
Say you remember, baby say you remember
I will love you til the end of time.
Big dreams, gangster,
said you had to leave to start your life over
and I was like no please, stay here,
we don't need no money, we can make it all work
but he headed our on Sunday, said he'd come on Monday,
I stayed up waitin', anticipatin' and pacin',
but he was chasing paper
"caught up in the game," it was the last I heard
you went out every night, and baby that's alright,
I told you that no matter what you did I'd be by your side
Cause Imma ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more-but that's not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancing all night
Then they took you away-stole you out of my life
You just need to remember....
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Emile Haynie, Daniel Law Heath
Copyright: Heavycrate Publishing, Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, Yorkshire Moors, Songs Of Smp, Universal Music Corp.
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