Fridge

Okay, one, two, three, four

I could spend a thousand years feelin' sorry for what I did
You're still the one I think about when the quiet sets back in
Maybe all the shoes I've tied won't be worthless in the end
I'm 28 years old, but I'm still scared like a little kid

Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh

Under the cold kitchen floors and the shelves above the sink
How do I get out of here? It's an endless Christmas Eve
Even though I don't remember what the counters looked like then
I still want you to hold me close, I wanna breathe all of you in

Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh

You didn't warn me about the parts that I can't fix
But you kept my number on a post-it on the fridge

Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh

That's nice