[Chorus]

You will always be my biggest what-if

And when I can’t sleep, it’s in my head

How we used to talk, sharing our best

Falling asleep with our phones to our lips

My christmas lights still belong to you

I switched to white when it all fell through

‘Cause the colors still hurt, all the pinks and the blues

The what-ifs started as plans with you

[Verse 1]

And now we’re both a little older

And we’re making different plans

Right now I’m living for the future

And now we have each other’s backs

And thank God we’re friends again

The history buried in beach sand

And you know I don’t have regrеts

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have what-ifs

[Chorus]

And you will always bе my biggest what-if

And when I can’t sleep, it’s in my head

How we used to talk, sharing our best

Falling asleep with our phones to our lips

My christmas lights still belong to you

I switched to white when it all fell through

‘Cause the colors still hurt, all the pinks and the blues

The what-ifs started as plans with you

[Verse 2]

And now we’re both a little older

We’re still intertwined

And in our visions of the future

I have your back and you have mine

So thank God we’re friends again

The history buried in beach sand

And you know I don’t have regrets

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have what-ifs

[Chorus]

And you will always be my biggest what-if

And when I can’t sleep, it’s in my head

How we used to talk, sharing our best

Falling asleep with our phones to our lips

My christmas lights still belong to you

I switched to white when it all fell through

‘Cause the colors still hurt, all the pinks and the blues

The what-ifs started as plans with you

[Bridge]

And I don't know why

I find I'm inclined to tell you

But I think that maybe it's on your mind too

It's so ingrained in me

All the sacred history

And out of all your what if's

Maybe I'm the biggest

[Alt. Chorus]

And you will always be my biggest what-if

What if we were older at the time that we met?

What if I was more certain, what if we’d kept

The promises whispered when we were just kids

My christmas lights don’t belong to me

They’re borrowed from precious memories

And the colors still ache, the reds and the greens

Reminding me of almosts, alternate dreams

The ones that I wanted in twenty-fourteen

Before I’d learned so much about me

Before I let go of the pinks and the blues

The what-ifs that started as plans with you