The pretty-haired girl in the cardigan Oh I hope you don't mind if I try hard again To get you back to where we've been Ever since in the car I've been Ever since in the car I've been Cursing every street sign for Hollister Avenue And closing my eyes for yellow bugs and every Chevy Malibu And I am sick of driving by 810 Fulton every night Just another stupid place that puts you right back in my mind And that's alright And even if this city taunts me all my life At least I know that I still tried Just keep telling myself this was not not not not quite right But I beg to differ And every single time I'm with her I swear that I could perfectly fit her And I swear there is something in her And it ties us and connects us through all the backyards and their fences And I just hope it didn't snap underneath me and all my tension. I'm done eating sriracha and ordering Chinese food Cus those are just two more stupid things that remind me how much I need you And I'm done at the meanwhile and I am done at the thrift store Two more stupid things that remind me what I miss more than anything And you know me girl and you know I've lost many things But none of them thus far has ever felt so close to losing everything