Yearbook

We were cleaning out the attic |Sorting boxes when we found it |Hadn't been touched since we packed it |All those years ago | |Couldn't help myself thinking |About a couple high school kids |Too young for love but when you're fallin' |You don't take it slow | |Everyone said, we were crazy |We would burn out, We'd never make it |Makes me laugh to think if they could see us now | |Flipping through pages like memories/ |Going back in time reliving history |Class clown and the homecoming queen |I bet nobody thought you'd go all in on me | |Every good time, plays in my mind |I guess could you say it's like a highlight reel |That comes back to life every time we take a look |At our yearbook | |Page twenty-two on the left hand |By your photo in the pep band |There's a poem that said all that I had |Ever wanted to say | |And you drew hearts around my picture |Signed "love" with your initials |That summer we made it official |And you took my name | |Everyone said, we were crazy |We would burn out, We'd never make it |Made me laugh to think if they could see us now ||Flipping through pages like memories/ |Going back in time reliving history |Class clown and the homecoming queen |I bet nobody thought you'd go all in on me | |Every good time, plays in my mind |I guess could you say it's like a highlight reel |That comes back to life every time we take a look |At our yearbook |And maybe no one thought we'd last |But here we are looking forward to looking back ||Flipping through pages like memories/ |Going back in time reliving history |Class clown and the homecoming queen |I bet nobody thought you'd go all in on me | |Every good time, plays in my mind |I guess could you say it's like a highlight reel |That comes back to life every time we take a look ||That comes back to life every time we take a look |At our yearbook