Mom Jeans

I kinda like the old you, better than the new you
I wish I had the nerve to tell you why
But I never say it to you

Remember in our first year
That was quite a long year
Bigger better plans got their hands on us
And everything was unclear

I don't wanna fight you, I won't even try to
And maybe in the spring time
We could make it our time
Whisper back and forth on your parents porch
While drinking shitty box wine
We'll rent a slice-of-life film
Pretending that we're sixteen
You look like a dream messy hair, dark eyes
You were wearing mom jeans