Will you always be that voice calling over my shoulder?
Will you always be that fire that keeps getting colder?
Will you always be the anchor that's holding me tight?
Will you always be the last thing that I think of at night?
Will you always be that ghost that keeps me writing off springtime?
Will you always be that sweet drop of whiskey inside summer wine?
Will you always be a dream from which I never wake?
Will you always be my favorite bad decision to make?
Go ahead and tell me that it's all true
Dream of me so I can say I never dream of you
Go ahead and tell me that it's all true
Dream of me so I can say I never dream of you
What we used to be
We never were
What we used to be
We were never sure
Oh, yeah