White Suburban

I knew you before
Took a lifetime to forget
But as my eyes meet yours
I take all I can get

They light up the shadows of my heart
Return stolen works of art
Yet you can't discern this moment's grace

But I still remember you
In that big, old, white Suburban
And though you look right past me with disregard
The first won't happen twice

My gaze shifts to the ground
More alone than I was then
I have searched your eyes
But they don't comprehend

I crawl back into the shadows of my heart
And just sit there in the dark
Where you don't requite the love you still take

But I still remember you
In that big, old, white Suburban
And though you look right past me with disregard
And although I've since moved on
And I've been in love a few times
There's still a piece of me that holds onto you
'Cause the first won't happen twice

It won't happen twice
It won't happen twice
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

I remember you
In that big, old, white Suburban
And although you look right past me with disregard
And although I've since moved on
And I've been in love a few times
There's still a piece of me that can't let go of you
'Cause the first won't happen twice