Jon Crocker
1998
No, I never had a nameto write on all my notebooksI never carved a heart into a treeAnd I drove a Buick thenIt had a big back seatI never used itAnd I never wrote you poems that rhymed so horriblyI only wrote the artsy, college kindI hope you didn't mindNow I'm all these miles awayNow I'm all these years too lateOh, I wish that I had met youback in 1998And I was never late to class'cause I couldn't let you goYou would've been the hoe that I put before my brosAnd I never got to teach you how to skateboardback when I was still really goodDon't forget to push with your back footThough I've had a lot of lovers after yousomehow you can haunt me almost anywhereand I don't careLetras de cancionesNow I'm all these miles awayNow I'm all these years too lateOh, I wish that I had met youback in 1998
From Letras Mania