The Hook

Pressed all your carnations
In a black book
Taped our song off the college station
That was all it took
I was pulled in by the hook
Pulled in by the hook

I got pieces of paper
What's left of young love
Didn't get a letter
Just postcards and ticket stubs
To remember the one I was thinking of
The one I was thinking of

Maybe some things aren't worth saving
And you know I do
But I'll never light a candle
For the dream of you
I'm not holding a flame for you
But I'll keep every little thing that still reminds me of you

Well, you felt like a present
I wanted to be given more
Opened up to wanting you
Ribbons in a pile on the floor
That's what young love is for
That's what young love is for

Maybe some things aren't worth saving
And you know I do
But I'd never light a candle
For the dream of you
I'm not holding a flame for you
I'm not holding a flame for you
But I'd keep every little thing that still reminds me of you