We didn't know what to call it I kept your picture in my pocket Though you were always with me
And we thought no one would notice If we followed all the rules But they found out about us And kicked us both out of school
We drove across the country We didn't know where to go And we leased a hotel room
But the whole thing scared you So you took a bus back home I couldn't talk to my family
I heard that you got married And I put your picture in a box
But I hope that you're not sorry I hope your body's not your grave