BOWLING FOR SOUP - Cold Shower Tuesdays lyrics

rate me

Her finger traced I love you

In the palm of my hand

That's still the only time

My belly's ever hit the floor like that

Your feet in my lap

We drove the past

Knowing we would turn around again

Tell her I'm not sorry

Mention my Ferrari

Just don't tell her that

I miss her

She wanted in

I wanted out

And that's the last thing we talked about

Remember how our hands matched

Love lines, same size

I guess I should have checked

To see the lifelines were in line

I called on the phone

You still felt alone

And talked about the songs that made you cry

Campfire cookies

And John Hughes movies

Jr. mints & cold shower Tuesdays

November shivers and rearview mirrors

And the little things like that