Whatever happened to the girl who let me write my name in her tattoo

Do you remember hiding out with me in theatre number two?

Can you believe that I don't even recall if we ever kissed?

I still have your sweatshirt, I still have your records

I still have those tapes you'd made of all your favorite songs

But I just can't quite bring myself to put 'em on

And maybe it's too late for that now

I still have the letter you wrote

Sitting on my steps waiting for me to come home

On the night that I did not come home

And I still have the letter where you said

Those words I'd waited for since the day we met

Maybe it's too late for that now, maybe I fucked it all up somehow

But I wrote my name on your arm in blue, baby, it's you