Remember the time that we almost did it?
(Hidden away in your parents' old basement,
Drunk on some gin that we stole from your mom's liquor stash)

On the wrong track and too young to know it—
You threw the brakes, said "it'll ruin our friendship,"
And I didn't get it, but that's just how shit like that goes.

Out of my head, feeling rather embarrassed,
I just fled the scene like a robbery suspect.
I turned up the music, and drowned out you calling my name.

Licking my wounds and regretting the notion
That anything bigger than nothing would happen,
I just went home, watched cartoons and called it a day.

Your mind was sound and your heart was right,
But you left town a week from that night,
And I never saw you again for the rest of my life.

I never stopped (kind of) thinking about you—
I wonder what happened and what became of you,
But never enough to take the time to just look you up.

You've probably got kids and you make lots of money
And I never did much, but that's alright with me.
Life is too short to sit around constructing regret.

I never plan because plans go awry,
And nothing's like it plays in my mind…
And I never was very good at saying goodbye.