Lyrics
Here I am
Cleaning up my closet
Travelling through time
To what I had until I lost it
All these letters and these clothes
I still haven't thrown away
And the story no one knows
Of how that t-shirt got those stains
And now the makeup on the left side shoulder won't let me forget
It still reminds me after all these years that my biggest regret
Was in my front seat, Exit 92
Still have bad dreams about you
Love I wasted on my youth
God, I wish I knew
The price that I would have to pay
For your mascara stains
No, they still won't fade away
All we have is dirty laundry
From your tears all falling on me
I heard you found (I heard you found)
Someone new to heal ya (someone new to heal ya)
He'll keep you up at night (keep you up at night)
While I keep your memorabilia (keep your memorabilia)
And I should throw it all away 'cause I know I'd be lying
If I said it didn't take me back to that night you were crying
In my front seat, Exit 92
Still have bad dreams about you
Love I wasted on my youth
God, I wish I knew
The price that I would have to pay
For your mascara stains
No, they still won't fade away
All we have is dirty laundry
From your tears all falling on me
In my front seat, Exit 92
Still have bad dreams about you
Love I wasted on my youth
(God, I wish I)
Cleaning up my closet
Travelling through time
To what I had until I lost it
All these letters and these clothes
I still haven't thrown away
And the story no one knows
Of how that t-shirt got those stains
And now the makeup on the left side shoulder won't let me forget
It still reminds me after all these years that my biggest regret
Was in my front seat, Exit 92
Still have bad dreams about you
Love I wasted on my youth
God, I wish I knew
The price that I would have to pay
For your mascara stains
No, they still won't fade away
All we have is dirty laundry
From your tears all falling on me
I heard you found (I heard you found)
Someone new to heal ya (someone new to heal ya)
He'll keep you up at night (keep you up at night)
While I keep your memorabilia (keep your memorabilia)
And I should throw it all away 'cause I know I'd be lying
If I said it didn't take me back to that night you were crying
In my front seat, Exit 92
Still have bad dreams about you
Love I wasted on my youth
God, I wish I knew
The price that I would have to pay
For your mascara stains
No, they still won't fade away
All we have is dirty laundry
From your tears all falling on me
In my front seat, Exit 92
Still have bad dreams about you
Love I wasted on my youth
(God, I wish I)