Let's start with I'm sorry And then go to your show Without seeing you depressed me too much to go And I smell like cigarettes and booze I hate everybody here but that's no excuse Let it go Maybe never come back But if I see you around You know I'll wished you'd of asked Do the crosswalks still talk? Do the kids still dance? Did you ever get to run across the quad in your underpants? Do you still have to act cool in front of certain people? Does your record player still have a broken needle? And if I ever get to leave you Can I count on you to believe in me And all I want to be And if ever I get to going Can I count on you to forget how I never cared about anything