You used to make me mixtapes
Like on a handmade cassette
You brought me one to Kinko's
A few weeks after we met
And we'd talk and trade our records
I even lost a few of yours
But now it feels like so long ago
Since I was even sure
If you listen to anything at all
Anything at all
Do you listen to anything anymore?
No one to blame, but what a shame
I miss before...
On those quiet drives to work and back
With that background radio
Do you miss The Trapeze Swinger
Or Flamingo on the road?
'Cause I could still go on for hours
About a song from years ago
Or a band you introduced me to
But these days I just don't know
If you listen to anything at all
Anything at all
Do you listen to anything anymore?
No one to blame, but what a shame
I miss before...
I tried not to let it
But it dawned on me
I can't take the credit for the days when we were young, dumb, idyllic and free
There's probably a reason
But it's lost on me
I guess there's a season for the things that we grew up with that mattered to me
Anything at all
Anything at all
Do you listen to anything anymore?
No one to blame, but what a shame
I miss before...