Baby, it's you

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