Lights

[Chorus]
You will always be my biggest what-if
And when I can’t sleep, it’s in my head
How we used to talk, sharing our best
Falling asleep with our phones to our lips
My christmas lights still belong to you
I switched to white when it all fell through
‘Cause the colors still hurt, all the pinks and the blues
The what-ifs started as plans with you

[Verse 1]
And now we’re both a little older
And we’re making different plans
Right now I’m living for the future
And now we have each other’s backs
And thank God we’re friends again
The history buried in beach sand
And you know I don’t have regrеts
But that doesn’t mean I don’t have what-ifs

[Chorus]
And you will always bе my biggest what-if
And when I can’t sleep, it’s in my head
How we used to talk, sharing our best
Falling asleep with our phones to our lips
My christmas lights still belong to you
I switched to white when it all fell through
‘Cause the colors still hurt, all the pinks and the blues
The what-ifs started as plans with you

[Verse 2]
And now we’re both a little older
We’re still intertwined
And in our visions of the future
I have your back and you have mine
So thank God we’re friends again
The history buried in beach sand
And you know I don’t have regrets
But that doesn’t mean I don’t have what-ifs

[Chorus]
And you will always be my biggest what-if
And when I can’t sleep, it’s in my head
How we used to talk, sharing our best
Falling asleep with our phones to our lips
My christmas lights still belong to you
I switched to white when it all fell through
‘Cause the colors still hurt, all the pinks and the blues
The what-ifs started as plans with you

[Bridge]
And I don't know why
I find I'm inclined to tell you
But I think that maybe it's on your mind too
It's so ingrained in me
All the sacred history
And out of all your what if's
Maybe I'm the biggest

[Alt. Chorus]
And you will always be my biggest what-if
What if we were older at the time that we met?
What if I was more certain, what if we’d kept
The promises whispered when we were just kids
My christmas lights don’t belong to me
They’re borrowed from precious memories
And the colors still ache, the reds and the greens
Reminding me of almosts, alternate dreams
The ones that I wanted in twenty-fourteen
Before I’d learned so much about me
Before I let go of the pinks and the blues
The what-ifs that started as plans with you