I was tellin' her secrets, I knew she wouldn't keep Quickly got into the habit of comin' over every week She would stare at my drawings, I would watch her eyes Scrolling on her phone, makin' fun of all the guys She would talk with my parents while I wait outside She was good at not caring, I was way too blind I should've been focused on things, she said I can see us still sitting on my bed ♪ Time moves fast, but I still ask about your day And draw you inside my book We had this thing, whenever we talked If one of us blinked, the other one knocked She would ask questions that I never thought, about I just wish there was someone I could talk, with now At 2:00 a.m., school nights wide awake Still saying, "Goodnight" every time felt more painful I'm tearing up drawings in my room 'Cause half of this shit I made for you ('Cause half of this shit I made for you) Time moves fast, but I still ask about your day And draw you inside my book When you bought me that switch-blade When I saw it was real And you told me to trust you, and you taught me to feel