I was staring out the backseat window
Driving on the five
It looked like the edge of the world was burning down on my left side
And at a party the night before back in Oceanside
We wrote down what we loved
What we thought we did or wanted to
On little construction paper cut out hearts
And we strung them up on twine in Erica’s living room
And we sat around outside
And we gave ourselves away around a fire
And it was Valentine’s day
And at one point, I punched a hole through some conversation
I overheard, I crawled right in, as a girl had said
«I've just got so much to
I’ve just got so much to see
And I got to do it while I’m young
I’ve got to do it while I’m free»
And I realized what she said was an excuse
What she probably wanted to say was so simple, so plain
'Cause saying you’ve got a lot to do or see when you’re still young
Means you’re not happy where you are or with who you’re with
And as I watched the fire burn us to the ground
As I watched the fire burn us to the ground
I realized it was true and I felt it too
I just wished I was back in Boston next to you
I just wished I was back in Boston next to you
I just wished I was back in Boston next to you