Do you remember the summer
She gave you her number?
On the back of that CD that she burned last spring
Listen when sad and then call me

Time can turn the pages
I still got the pen and paper in my hands
They say kid you're gonna make it
So I packed a bag and headed for the sand

And I tried so hard to grow up quickly
Forgot to ask myself

Do you remember the summer
She gave you her number?
On the back of that CD that she burned last spring
Listen when sad and then call me

We leave through the windows
We knew things, we still don't
Singing Taking Back Sunday on the way back home
Just sixteen but we felt so old

We felt so old

Wish those nights would last forever
It was you and me together on the run
You don't know that what you're chasing
Are the moments you're collecting when you're young

And I tried so hard to grow up quickly
Forgot to ask myself

Do you remember the summer
She gave you her number?
On the back of that CD that she burned last spring
Listen when sad and then call me

We leave through the window
We knew things, we still don't
Singing Taking Back Sunday on the way back home
Just sixteen but we felt so old

To be that young
To be that dumb
To care that much, but not enough
To break the rules, just because
To make that move
To fall in love (fall in love)

Do you remember the summer
She gave you her number?
On the back of that CD that she burned last spring
You fell so hard, you were just sixteen

You promised forever then it ended in November
Singing Taking Back Sunday on the way back home
Just sixteen, but we felt so old

Singing Taking Back Sunday on the way back home
Just sixteen but we felt so old

Singing Taking Back Sunday on the way back home
Just sixteen but we felt so old