I keep staring at the little white number
You left here in the summer
Hanging in my wardrobe
Do you still want it?
Do you still want it?
I know that I did you the service
Of calling 'cause I'm nervous
I know that we don't talk
I know that it's on purpose
Do you still want it?

But I'm holding on

Maybe it's time to put your dress away
Or leave it out
Maybe it's time that I give you space
I just wanna see it
Back on your body
Watch you dance around and
Tell you I'm sorry
Maybe it's time to put your dress away
Even if I don't want to, babe

I keep staring at that little white number
The one in the picture
When we lose our temper
You'd look at it for hours
But do you still want it?
You smile on the staircase and you open the door
Kissing on the couch
Make up in the drawer
Darling, do you still want it?