White Suburban

I knew you before
Took a lifetime to forget
But as my eyes meet yours
I take all I can get
Lay light up the shadows of my heart
Return stolen works of art
Yeah, you won’t discern this moment
Great, but I still remember you
In that big, old, white Suburban
And although you look right past me With disregard
The first warm hand burned twice
But gazing still at the ground
More alone than I was then
I have searched your eyes
But they don’t comprehend
I crawl back into the shadows of my heart
And just sit there in the dark
Where you don’t require the love you’ll still take
But I still remember you
In that big, old, white Suburban
And although you look right past me With disregard
And although I’ve since moved on And I’ve been in love a few times
There’s still a piece of me That holds on to you
‘Cause love first won’t happen twice
Won’t happen twice
It won’t happen twice
I remember you
In that big, old, white Suburban
And although you look right past me With disregard
And although I’ve since moved on And I’ve been in love a few times
There’s still a piece of me That can’t let go of you
‘Cause the first won’t happen twice