Do you remember the summer she gave you her number?
On the back of that CD that she burned last spring: Listen when sad and then call me (woo)
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, oh-oh
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 last spring: Listen when sad and then call me
We leave through the windows, we knew things we still don't
Singing Taking Back Sunday on the way back home, just sixteen, but we felt so old (woo)
We felt so old (woo)
Wish those nights would last forever, it was you and me together on the run, mm-mm
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 last 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 (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 last 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 (woah-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Singing Taking Back Sunday on the way back home, just sixteen, but we felt so old (oh)
Singing Taking Back Sunday on the way back home, just sixteen, but we felt so old