You can call me crazy, she can call me when she likes
I was such a boy, blame my want for peace of mind
Hide behind your words, I could get found inside your eyes
I think you're too good for him, but you think you're just right
I want to write a song that sounds like every memory
You asked for some politeness, but shouldn't say it nicely
She marked me like a scar that stings although it's small
She lingers like the hopes and thoughts and dreams that we forgot
When I see you I see stars
And I still dream of dodging New York cars
And you are wise beyond those days
And I have so much left to say
When I see you I see stars
And I still dream of dodging New York cars
And you are wise beyond those days
And I have nothing left to say