You threw up in a limousine On the way back from Bourbon Street On the night of your bridal shower You told me then that you loved me In a drunk dial like we were both 18 I said i missed you Then the line died You got to name your sister's horse Where to live when your kin had run their course Thick slice of divorce served like key lime pie Favorite weatherman gave it to you straight That one summer of one hundred and eight You didn't say goodbye just like you never ate breakfast Take me back to you back then I'm not who i was back then In the summer air i binge To the thought Of you back then I'm not who i was back then The breakfast sat when you left On the table for days and days I knew sometime you'd come back I just didn't know when I tried to call ann marie Maid of honor always made fun of me Back in those days when you were mine