She wrote her first song in her bedroom with a 30-pound guitar Rewrote the ending twice Then end up drunk at some bar How should I tell the little one She’d still be writing him songs even now She will still have McDreamy And he’s more than a boy now He grew a bit of facial But still acts like a child when she’s around Riding shotgun and something more in his car We were sitting on the same bench in the same park There were pauses and gazes of memories Wanted to ask about the past of us but what’s the point now When he is sitting next to me It’s a funny thing ‘cause timing’s a bitch And you’ll never know that day will come when you least expected You drifted apart and went to different directions But then again, nothing has changed ‘Cause after all the shit And all the drama And puberty And the glamorous world I know that I’m still the death of him He’s still the death of me He went around the country searching for glimpse of me While I was having adventures figuring what I should be There are all the options but you can’t tell the blind to see We were drinking in the same store in the same street There were silences and bottles of whisky Wanted to ask about the past but it’s all in my head It’s still all in my head I remember when I first held you from the back on your brand new blue scooter And you holding my hand at the school fair ‘cause you wanna show me off Driving up to the mountains on New Years eve to see the first sunrise Changing my whole closet just to be more of your type I remember how your hands were shaking ‘cause you’re the first to meet my father And you laughing at my accent saying it’s cute in the middle of a fight Walking up the hills in the summer how the sweat ruined your t-shirt How we fought and cried in September thinking ‘this is the end of it all’ It’s not the end of it all ‘Cause he is sitting next to me It’s a funny thing ‘cause timing’s a bitch And you’ll never know that day will come when you least expected You drifted apart and went to different directions But then again, nothing has changed ‘Cause after all the shit And all the drama And puberty And the glamorous world I know that I’m still the death of him He’s still the death of me