Either
Saw you on the first day
Junior year, the bell rang
Three seats over, two rows up from me
No, it wasn't science
Couldn't add it or divide it
Who knew then that we'd be history?
When you kissed me first under the bleachers
When you pulled me close, said, "Don't tell the teachers"
Like a mixtape love, we blew out the speakers
But you said you weren't, so I wasn't either
We wеre 'bout a year in
When you got a girlfriеnd
I hid it all but not my jealousy
I guess we had a fallout
You started hanging with the in-crowd
Did it ever mean to you what it meant to me?
When you kissed me first under the bleachers
When you pulled me close, said, "Don't tell the teachers"
Like a mixtape love, we blew out the speakers
But you said you weren't, so I wasn't either
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
They say
Young love, it's unkind
It's foolish most times
It's heartaches and hard times
Secrets you gotta hide
Like when you kissed me first under the bleachers
When you pulled me close, said, "Don't tell the teachers"
Like a mixtape love, we blew out the speakers
But you said you weren't, so I wasn't either
Saw you on the first day
Junior year, the bell rang
Three seats over, two rows up from me
Junior year, the bell rang
Three seats over, two rows up from me
No, it wasn't science
Couldn't add it or divide it
Who knew then that we'd be history?
When you kissed me first under the bleachers
When you pulled me close, said, "Don't tell the teachers"
Like a mixtape love, we blew out the speakers
But you said you weren't, so I wasn't either
We wеre 'bout a year in
When you got a girlfriеnd
I hid it all but not my jealousy
I guess we had a fallout
You started hanging with the in-crowd
Did it ever mean to you what it meant to me?
When you kissed me first under the bleachers
When you pulled me close, said, "Don't tell the teachers"
Like a mixtape love, we blew out the speakers
But you said you weren't, so I wasn't either
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
They say
Young love, it's unkind
It's foolish most times
It's heartaches and hard times
Secrets you gotta hide
Like when you kissed me first under the bleachers
When you pulled me close, said, "Don't tell the teachers"
Like a mixtape love, we blew out the speakers
But you said you weren't, so I wasn't either
Saw you on the first day
Junior year, the bell rang
Three seats over, two rows up from me
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Writer(s): Duncan Townsend, Jake Hagood, Shane Adam Bauman
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