It's getting cold again, summer's come to an end You're packing all your bins, boxes filled to the brim Picking up all my things off my bedroom floor so I don't freak out Cleaning out all my books, all our coffee cups so I don't freak out Who will I talk to when I've got no one else? Who will I lean on to when I decide I need the help? I'll drive you to your apartment, six hours away Through sobs and tears I'll tell you to call me every day You'll go to college and I'll stay here on my bedroom floor When you go to college, will it be the same anymore? I'm getting bad again, I don't like to be alone And no one understands me, you're the only one Picking up all my things off my bedroom floor so I don't freak out Driving all by myself with Taylor Swift on so I don't freak out And I know it's not about me, but I don't know how I'll get through Crying over stupid boys if I'm not doing it with you And I know you're gonna do good and finally live out your dream Of a downtown coffee brewery or a cafe, bookstore, bakery I'll call you from our hometown every day Ask you to not forget me or find a replacement You'll go to college and I'll stay here on my bedroom floor When you go to college, I'll surprise you behind your door