Meet Me Under the Bleachers

I thought I met you at the wrong time
Thought that in another life we would've been together

Thought I was over it, crossed the line
Thought that I was done reimagining our forever

But how do I phrase this? I could put it all in a letter and leave it at your door
Or I could leave it, and stop imagining this forevermore

Oh, oh

Cause every time I see your face again
Can't help but love you like the day we met
And I'm

On a roller coaster ride of controlling myself
My feelings can't help but put me in hell

And late night phone calls, planning it all
Hating the same people, watching the autumn leaves fall

Could you still love me anymore?
Woah

I thought you were the love of my teenage years
The thought of you going out just brings me to tears

Thought you might've been better than the rest
Thought I'd be anticipating but I'm dreading the next

But how do I say this? You could meet me under the bleachers and we'd figure it out
Or we could leave it, a few more years and I'll catch the next plane, and let myself out

Oh

Cause every time I see your face again
Can't help but love you like the day we met, and

There's something in your eyes every time
I get pulled back to you, and I know it's a crime

And all my broken laws, you showing up at my door
Hating the same people, I wish I saw you more

Could you still love me anymore?
Oh, yeah

Could you love me at all? Oh