I've been replaying scenarios
You and me from all those years ago
Subtly, I still feel your pulse
You were she, I was too rare to know
I was thrown off and turned on
By your blue nail polish
Seems like a dream
You and me on that twin bed
I was the only guest at your
Family place on Silverlake
First floor, next-door to the morgue
Oh, your hair was so gold
It didn't turn your skull green
We were 17, your blue toes
Threw me off and turned me on
I was strong like a husky pup
Called Russ or Buck
Your head was like a burning wick
Your body smooth and slick
I've been replaying scenarios
You and me from all those years ago
On some days I still feel your pulse
You were her, I was too new to know
Call me if you ever want to
See who I turned out to be
I'm not as pretty
But I'm wheeling freely
Do you ever wonder
What we could've been
If we'd waited late
Enough to begin?
We laid up against each
Other, front to front on the
Down-bound mattress
Surrounded by darkness
I swore I heard the tide only
Out the open window, but I
Couldn't hear the ocean otherwise
My fingers explored your rib cage
In the same way they'd graze
Across an ancient iron radiator
You were shaking, we didn't know
From hot or cold, your gold
Hair it glowed through the night
I've been replaying scenarios
You and me from all those years ago
Do you still live in the area?
Are you married or available?
I've been replaying scenarios
You and me from all those years ago
But in a way, I still feel your pull
You were she, I was too rare to know
Call me if you want to
See who I turned out to be
Do you ever wonder
What we could've been?
