Summer after high school, when we first meet, we make out in your mustang, to Radiohead, and on my 18th birthday, we got matching tattoos. Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof, talk about our future like we had a clue, never plan that one day, I'd be losing you.
In another life, I would be your girl; we'd keep for our promises, be us against the world.
In another life, I would make you stay, so I don't have to say you were the one that got away, the one that got away.
I was dreaming you were, my Johnny Cash, never one without the other, we made a pact. Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on. Someone said you had your tattoo remove. Saw you downtown, singing the blues. It's time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse.
All this money can't buy me a time machine, no. Can't replace you with a million rings, no. I should've told what you meant to me 'cuz now I pay the price.