Attitude is the agent

Do you remember the care that you once gave to me?
With those little kids on the front and the message that makes me stop every single time, when I want to leave.
Maybe you do, maybe you don't.

Do you have reminders of the ones we used to be?
Even just a photograph of us at the coast?
Of us in the rain?
I bet if you pin them up you'd see that those nights spent talking and the kitchen where we slept weren't so long ago or so hard to get back.
Even just a photograph you see, would remind of the ones we used to be.