Our Mixtape

I've been driving down the roads

We always used to go when we were younger

Left my car in the parking lot

Where we always used to get lost

In each others eyes

Even after all this time

I still keep these memories of you

And you know, you know

That's when it hit me, oh that's when it hit me

Baby I still have our mixtape

Sitting in my glove compartment

Where I lost it

And I still have our clothes

Sitting on the piano I never played

But you left with something so much more

You walked out of my front door

These things that always cross my mind

Still hit me from time to time

I still have letters that I haven't sent

With words that I haven't read in months

All the notes you wrote to me in high school

Still crushed up in my drawers

And all the songs that I wrote to you

Lost somewhere in my room

Just a simple verse with a simple chorus

But they meant so much to you

Baby I still have our mixtape

Sitting in my glove compartment

Where I lost it

And I still have our clothes

Sitting on the piano I never played

But you left with something so much more

You walked out of my front door

I'll let this out, sing it loud

I'll scream it out so maybe you can hear me