Listen When Sad

Do you remember the summer She gave you her number On the back of that CD that she burned that spring Listen when sad and then call me Time can turn the pages I still got the pen and paper in my hands They say kid you're gonna make it So I packed a bag and headed for the sand And I tried so hard to grow up quickly Forgot to ask myself Do you remember the summer She gave you her number On the back of that CD that she burned that spring Listen when sad and then call me We leave through the window We knew things, we still don't Singing Taking Back Sunday On the way back home Just sixteen but we felt so old We felt so old Wish those nights would last forever It was you and me together on the run You don't know that what you're chasing Are the moments you're collecting when you're young And I tried so hard to grow up quickly Forgot to ask myself Do you remember the summer She gave you her number On the back of that CD that she burned that spring Listen when sad and then call me We leave through the window We knew things, we still don't Singing Taking Back Sunday On the way back home Just sixteen but we felt so old To be that young To be that dumb To care that much, but not enough To break the rules, just because To make that move To fall in love Fall in love Do you remember the summer She gave you her number On the back of that CD that she burned that spring You fell so hard you were just sixteen You promised forever then it ended in November Singing Taking Back Sunday On the way back home Just sixteen but we felt so old Singing Taking Back Sunday On the way back home Just sixteen but we felt so old Singing Taking Back Sunday On the way back home Just sixteen but we felt so old