Looking at pictures of us in Portland, Oregon
I still can't figure out why we didn't have fun
And I said "My family yells"
You said "Mine doesn't at all"
You know us passionate girls
We all got our claws
I grabbed a coffee and I gave Paul a buzz
I said "I don't think I'm who he thought I was"
And we ignored each other
That whole walk on the bridge
Don't you hate when people say
"It is what it is"
Sometimes I wonder where the hell you ended up
Minnesota, Santa Ana
Nothing ever fills your cup
I'm a sucker for nostalgia
It's a weak spot, yes I know
Pacing circles on your balcony
And trying to let go
I grabbed a coffee and I gave Paul a buzz
I said "I don't think I'm who he thought I was"
And we ignored each other
That whole walk on the bridge
Don't you hate when people say
"It is what it is"
I grabbed a coffee and I gave Paul a buzz
I said "I don't think I'm who he thought I was"
And with me it's really never
Water under the bridge
Don't you hate when people say
"It is what it is"
Don't you hate when people say
"It is what it is"
