I'm digging for something old and inside
Bringing it back up out in the light
And I’ll just ask a friend what they remember
About me in the wild last December

I'm looking for something warped and frayed
Dusting it off and having it framed
I’ll just ask a friend what they recall
About me in the wild last fall

And I'm not one to cry or hold your hand
During the sad parts of the movie I’ll just smile and pretend
That I'm doing fine, but inside I'm a mess
‘Cause even the previews make me weepy, I confess

I'm looking for something, sealed and hidden
Ripping it in half, right in the middle
I’ll just tell my friends, I think that I’ll be alright
Out there in the wild tonight

And I'm not one to cry or hold your hand
During the sad parts of the movie I’ll just smile and pretend
That I'm doing fine, but inside I'm a mess
‘Cause even the previews make me weepy, I confess