There's a box that I keep hidden in the closet that I don't touch
With the time and the place in Sharpie written on it 'cause it hurts too much
I don't even need to open it up
To know the memories, it would go and dig up
So I leave it alone so I don't get stuck in the past
And never come back
It's a pull-out couch at an Airbnb
Sunburnt skin, your bare feet
It's the way that your hair was matching the waves
If you ask me, those were the days
I'd run back to
If I had to
If there's a time and place I could redo
It's two summers back with me holding you
Mmm
I bet there's a roll of black and white film that ain't been developed
Calls I never got to chance when I wrecked our plans, talk about a mess
Oh, those memories, oh, they hurt the most
Yeah, that box, yeah, I keep it closed
It's a pull-out couch at an Airbnb
Sunburnt skin, your bare feet
It's the way that your hair was matching the waves
If you ask me, those were the days
I'd run back to
If I had to
If there's a time and place I could redo
It's two summers back with me holding you
In a sundress, front-row seat
Watching the sunset, you kissing on me
Singing to our song a little off-key
Yeah, it's that drop-everything kinda thing
That I'd run back to
'Cause I had you
If there's a time and place I could redo
It's two summers back with me holding you
Mmm
There's a box that I keep hidden in the closet that I don't touch