I kinda I like the old you
Better than the new you
I wish I have the nerve to tell you why
But I never say it to you
I remember in our first year
That was quite a long year
But bigger, better plans got their hands on us
And everything was unclear

But I don't wanna fight you
I won't even try to
I don't wanna fight

And maybe in the springtime
We can make it our time
Whisper back and forth on your parent's porch
While drinking shitty box wine
We'll rent a slice-of-life film
Pretending that we're sixteen
And you look like a dream
Messy hair, dark eyes
And you were wearing mom jeans

I don't wanna fight you
I won't even try to
I don't wanna fight you
La da da da da

I kinda like the old you
Better than the new you
I wish I have the nerve to tell you why
But I never say it to you
I never say it to you
I never say it to you
I never say anything

When you were in mom jeans
When you were wearing mom jeans
When you were wearing mom jeans