There’s a small patch of forest
On the way to the bus bench
Where I had my first kiss
I pass by it every morning
There’s a bridge across the street
Underneath it there’s a tree
Where we did a lot more than kiss
Up the hill
Threw my Slurpee at a stop sign
Got pulled over by the police
On his bike
On Halloween
I was
You were
We were
Pretending

Every goddamn street,
I am bombarded by the memories
Every goddamn street,
There is something I’ve been missing
Every turn I take, the nostalgia takes over
I’m hungover, I drank too much of these
Goddamn streets, with you
And now, separately
There’s the Costco where I sat in the cart
There’s the Safeway where I stayed in the car
There’s the Save on where you used to go to work
Are you still there? (Are you still there?) Are you still there?

Every goddamn building,
I am bombarded by the memories
Every goddamn building,
There is something I’ve been missing
Every turn I take, the nostalgia takes over
I’m hungover, I drank too much of these
Goddamn buildings, with you
And now, separately

I need to leave this city
I need to leave this city
I need to leave this city
I need to leave this city

*cue the choir*

(I need to leave this city)
(There’s a small patch of forest on the way to the bus bench)
(There’s the Costco where I sat in the cart, There’s the Safeway where I stayed in the car)
(Threw my Slurpee at a stop sign, got pulled over by the police, on his bike on Halloween)