Cold Shower Tuesdays

Her finger traced I love you

In the palm of my hand

That's still the only time

My belly's ever hit the floor

Like that



Your feet in my lap

We drove away the past

Knowing we would turn around again



Tell her I'm not sorry

Mention my Ferrari

Just don't tell her that

I miss her

She wanted in

I wanted out

And that's the last thing we talked about



Remember how our hands matched

Love lines, same size

I guess I should have checked

To see the life lines weren't in line



I call on the phone

You still felt alone

And talked about the songs that made you cry



Tell her I'm not sorry

Mention my Ferrari

Just don't tell her that

I miss her

She wanted in

I wanted out

And that's the last thing we talked about

She wanted in

I wanted out

And that's the last thing we talked about



Campfire cookies

And John Hughes movies

Junior mints

And cold shower Tuesdays

November shivers

And rear-view mirrors

And the little things like that

Little things like that



Tell her I'm not sorry

Mention my Ferrari

Just don't tell her that

I miss her

She wanted in

I wanted out

And that's the last thing we talked about

Campfire cookies

And John Hughes movies

Junior mints

And that's the last thing we talked about

November shivers

And rear-view mirrors

And the little things

And that's the last thing we talked about