Ch-ch, ah
Ch-ch, ah
I kinda like the old you
Better than the new you
I wish I had the nerve to tell you why
But I never say it to you
Remember in our first year?
That was quite a long year
Bigger, better plans got their hands on us and everything was unclear
I don't wanna fight you
I won't even try to
I don't wanna fight
And maybe in the spring time
We could make it our time
Whisper back and forth on your parents' porch
While drinking shitty box wine
We'll rent a slice-of-life film
Pretending that we're sixteen
And you look like a dream, messy hair, dark eyes
You were wearing mom jeans
And I don't wanna fight you
I won't even try to
I don't wanna fight you
La-da, la-la-la
I kinda like the old you
Better than the new you
I wish I had the nerve to tell you why
But I never say it to you
I never say it to you
I never say it to you
I never say anything
When you're wearing mom jeans
And you were wearing mom jeans
And you were wearing mom jeans
And you were wearing mom jeans
Do-doo
Do-doo
Do-doo
Do-doo
Do-doo