to turn over a new leaf,
to live the lines
where this life's story leads.
Would you have gone to prom with me?
If we met way back when
and were young again?
Tell me all the songs to play
to put your heart on display,
tell me all your faults
that turned you out this way.
You change me,
explain me,
with every look you give
that had me shook
since the rest of them.
So show me everything
that I've come to believe...
In your own ways,
your own words,
before this feeling gets displaced
and our hearts decide to leave.
