Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing  Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'  And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's  All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses  I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood  I don't why I trusted you but I knew that I could  We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt  I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt