I Was Here

Pack up my summer in a zip-lock bag
Old maps and tchotchkes, photographs of this and that
I'll write myself a letter
So that I'll remember all

What if I don't hold on to this red string?
Can't retrace my old steps, the songs I used to sing
If the birds all eat my breadcrumbs
How will I know who I was?

{prechorus}
Call me the sentimental type
Nostalgic
But I have to prove that

{chorus}
I was here
What if I forget that I was here?
I can't forget that I was here
I was here

Boxes on boxes of what you'd call worthless stuff
But I get a glow each time I go open it up
If memory's a treasure, I am trying to be a billionare

I feel I'd fall apart to lose
The things that form
My heart that prove that

{chorus}
I was here
What if I forget that I was here?
I can't forget that I was here
I was here

Oooo oh
Oooo oooh

[bridge]
Someday all the people that I love will move on
Someday all of the places that I love will be gone
Someday I might not have my brain to rely upon
Oh, so what happens then?
How will I go back to when

I was here ( I-I was here, I-I was here)
What if I forget that I was here? ( I-I was here, I was here)
I can't forget that I was here ( I-I was here)
I was here ( I-I was here)

I was here ( I-I was here, I-I was here)
I was here (( I-I was here, I was here)
I was here ( I-I was here, I-I was here)
I was here (( I-I was here, I was here)