I, I'm outside of your house I'm tryna catch my, breath But I'm kinda freakin' out (But I'm kinda freakin' out) I've got your old boots, in the backseat of my car And that tattoo, of your initials on my arm And they're both used, worn and weathered like my heart We stop 'n' we start again What if I said I didn't think about you? What if I told you that the feelin's gone? Would you come back to me anyways? Now I'm lyin' on the floor Just starin' at the screen Where I've gotten on the stored I've erased it twice before It's like a bad song, playin' over in my head Off those records, still in a box under your bed It's so hard, when we break before we bend We stop 'n' we start again What if I said I didn't think about you? What if I told you that the feelin's gone? Would you come back to me anyways?