Whatever happened to the girl Who let me write my name In her tattoo Do you remember hiding out with me In theatre number two Can you believe That i don't even recall If we ever kissed I still have your sweatshirt I still have your records I still have those tapes you'd made Of all your favorite songs But i just can't quite bring myself To put em on And maybe it's too late for that now I still have the letter you wrote Sitting on my steps Waiting for me to come home On the night That i did not come home And i still have the letter where you said Those words i'd waited for Since the day we met Maybe it's too late for that now Maybe i fucked it all up somehow But i wrote my name on your arm in blue Baby it's you