Childish games
And little names
We had our things we had our ways
Dinner dates
Lazy Saturdays
And how you kind of sang my name
Inside jokes
Our favorite shows
The night we danced to that Coldplay song
Long drives
On winter nights
But we stayed warm in the bitter cold
So who do I tell all my stories to
There’s no one, no one else who
Knows me the way that you do
They don’t know me the way that you do
My family
My insecurities
The way I look when I fall asleep
My secrets
My longings
When I felt lost you were home to me
So who do I tell all my stories to
There’s no one, no one else who
Knows me the way that you do
They don’t know me the way that you do
They don’t know me the way that you do
When I am lonely
I hold our memories
When I am lonely
I hold our memories
’Cause who do I tell all my stories to
There’s no one, no one else who
Knows me the way that you do
They don’t know me the way that you do
They don’t know me the way that you do
