Baby It’s You

Whatever happened to the girl who let me write my name in her tattoo
Do you remember hiding out with me in theatre number two?
Can you believe that I don't even recall if we ever kissed?
I still have your sweatshirt, I still have your records
I still have those tapes you'd made of all your favorite songs
But I just can't quite bring myself to put 'em on

And maybe it's too late for that now

I still have the letter you wrote
Sitting on my steps waiting for me to come home
On the night that I did not come home
And I still have the letter where you said
Those words I'd waited for since the day we met

Maybe it's too late for that now, maybe I fucked it all up somehow
But I wrote my name on your arm in blue, baby, it's you