We don't have each other's numbers anymore We don't make any plans Friday night And I won't know you when you're turning sixty-four But nobody knew you better at twenty-five Now you don't wind up in my head We don't dream about tomorrow like before All we have is looking back and that's all right Cause we got spring break, O-8, down in Pensacola Drunk and singing breakfast at Tiffany's Yeah, we got so high, first time, bag of your Corolla Show me, baby, don't you stop kissing me, kissing me Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey I know we don't have a future anymore But damn, we got history Everybody's got that one they can't forget They gotta wait, I gotta say, you were mine But you can't try to tell me Yesterday is gone When I still go there all the time Cause we got stream rank 08 down in Pensacola Drunk and singing breakfast at Tiffany's Yeah, we got so high, first time bag of your Corolla Told me, baby, don't you stop kissing me, kissing me Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey I know we don't have a future anymore, but damn, we got history We don't have a future anymore, but damn, we got history