We don't have each other's numbers anymore We don't make any plans Friday night And I won't know you when you're turning sixty-four But nobody knew you better at twenty-five Well, I'd be lying if I said That you don't wind up in my head We don't dream about tomorrow like before All we have is looking back and that's all Cause we got spring break, O-8, down in Pensacola Drunk and singing breakfast at Tiffany's Yeah, we got so high, first time bag of your Corolla Told me, baby, don't you stop kissing me, kissing me I know we don't have a future anymore But damn, we got history Everybody's got that one they can't forget They gotta wait, I gotta say, you were mine But you can't try to tell me that yesterday is gone When I still go there all the time Cause we got spring break, O-8, down in Pensacola Drunk and singing breakfast at Tiffany's Yeah, we got so high, first time bag of your Corolla Told me, baby, don't you stop kissing me, kissing me I know we don't have a future anymore But damn, we got history Oh, now you know we got history, baby, yeah Cause we got spring break, O-8, down in Pensacola Drunk and singing breakfast at Tiffany's Yeah, we got so high, first time bag of your Corolla Told me, baby, don't you stop kissing me, kissing me I know we don't have a future anymore But damn, we got history