Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed
Your mother's telling stories about you on the tee ball team
You tell me about your past, thinking your future was me
And I know it's long gone
And there's nothing else I could do
And I forget about you long enough
To forget why I needed to
'Cause there we are again, in the middle of the night
We're dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light
Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all to well, yeahh
