Comedown
Comedown
I don't care if we comedown
I don't care if we
You were my first true love
You gave me all my first drugs
Behind that rock at the lawn
We were 15, so young
Always getting high on the roof
That's when I wrote my first song
Once you took me on the bridge
I was on your handlebars
Flashbacks making me crazy
You and all your boys used to haze me
All I have left is the photos
What do I do with the memories, baby?
Oh, oh, wind in my hair
New York, where it all started
Oh, oh, summertime air
We were 16, we would never get carded
Oh, oh, wasn't it fun?
All night in your old apartment
Uh-oh, we were so young
So why am I still so broken-hearted?
You taught me a lesson, how to live
Saw me like no one else did
Once I climbed over that fence
Free house for the weekend
I can feel the weight of your hands
I was Princess of romance
Rose petals up in my room
I even tried to play in your band
Flashbacks making me crazy
You and all your boys used to haze me
All I have left is the photos
What do I do with the memories, baby?
(What do I do with the memories, baby?)
Oh, oh, wind in my hair
New York, where it all started
Oh, oh, summertime air
We were 16, we would never get carded
Oh, oh, wasn't it fun?
All night in your old apartment
Oh, oh, we were so young
So why am I still so broken-hearted?
Comedown
I don't care if we comedown
I don't care if we comedown
I don't care if we comedown
I don't care if we
I don't care if we comedown
I don't care if we
You were my first true love
You gave me all my first drugs
Behind that rock at the lawn
We were 15, so young
Always getting high on the roof
That's when I wrote my first song
Once you took me on the bridge
I was on your handlebars
Flashbacks making me crazy
You and all your boys used to haze me
All I have left is the photos
What do I do with the memories, baby?
Oh, oh, wind in my hair
New York, where it all started
Oh, oh, summertime air
We were 16, we would never get carded
Oh, oh, wasn't it fun?
All night in your old apartment
Uh-oh, we were so young
So why am I still so broken-hearted?
You taught me a lesson, how to live
Saw me like no one else did
Once I climbed over that fence
Free house for the weekend
I can feel the weight of your hands
I was Princess of romance
Rose petals up in my room
I even tried to play in your band
Flashbacks making me crazy
You and all your boys used to haze me
All I have left is the photos
What do I do with the memories, baby?
(What do I do with the memories, baby?)
Oh, oh, wind in my hair
New York, where it all started
Oh, oh, summertime air
We were 16, we would never get carded
Oh, oh, wasn't it fun?
All night in your old apartment
Oh, oh, we were so young
So why am I still so broken-hearted?
Comedown
I don't care if we comedown
I don't care if we comedown
I don't care if we comedown
I don't care if we
Credits
Writer(s): Jennifer Decilveo, Maude Latour, Mike Adubato
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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