Listen When Sad

Do you remember the summer
She gave you her number
On the back of that CD that she burned that spring
Listen when sad and then call me
Time can turn the pages
I still got the pen and paper in my hands
They say kid you're gonna make it
So I packed a bag and headed for the sand
And I tried so hard to grow up quickly
Forgot to ask myself
Do you remember the summer
She gave you her number
On the back of that CD that she burned that spring
Listen when sad and then call me
We leave through the window
We knew things, we still don't
Singing Taking Back Sunday
On the way back home
Just sixteen but we felt so old
We felt so old
Wish those nights would last forever
It was you and me together on the run
You don't know that what you're chasing
Are the moments you're collecting when you're young
And I tried so hard to grow up quickly
Forgot to ask myself
Do you remember the summer
She gave you her number
On the back of that CD that she burned that spring
Listen when sad and then call me
We leave through the window
We knew things, we still don't
Singing Taking Back Sunday
On the way back home
Just sixteen but we felt so old
To be that young
To be that dumb
To care that much, but not enough
To break the rules, just because
To make that move
To fall in love
Fall in love
Do you remember the summer
She gave you her number
On the back of that CD that she burned that spring
You fell so hard you were just sixteen
You promised forever then it ended in November
Singing Taking Back Sunday
On the way back home
Just sixteen but we felt so old
Singing Taking Back Sunday
On the way back home
Just sixteen but we felt so old
Singing Taking Back Sunday
On the way back home
Just sixteen but we felt so old