Meet me a thousand years ago A message written on your face, you watch the boys Play soccer after school And you swear they all look like tools
But I guess it's over now You're not here and I'm not around We'd watch TV and see the people 'cross the street We like the time Even though we're both hiding frowns
In seventh grade Seventh grade Seventh grade
I never kissed a boy You already told me the story What was it like? To be a lie To be a lie To be a lie To be a lie To be a lie
K-I-S-S, I-N-G Sitting in a tree Do you want me, like I do? Like I do? Like I do?
