I got my driver's license last week Just like we always talked about
And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt
And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one
And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but
And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh
Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cars, front yards