Living up the same somewhere and on your screen
squeeze my hand when you're east Kentucky toes at the Atlantic.
Summertime in Brooklyn,
mustard on the lip.
I know I loved you
by the bottom of the fifth
and now the plan.
A million perfect moments
rushing through my brain.
Our first trip to the ocean.
Your first time on a plane.
When you look over your shoulder.
Baby,
you can choose to remember me however you want to.
That's how I'll remember you.
Dress that you were wearing,
soaking up the stains.
I can still see your mascara.
Though I can't recall a plane walking after.
You were really beautiful,
telling me goodbye.
Maybe my version
of the truth is just a lie.
What does it matter?
What does it matter?
A million perfect moments go rushing through my brain.
Every time I smell October,
you're standing in the rain.
When you look over your shoulder.
Baby,
you can choose to remember me however you want to.
That's how I'll remember you.
I forgot the better.
Winters just a blur.
I savor the sweet as if the summer's all we were and ever will be.
Oh,
and I still see a million perfect
moments go rushing through my brain.
Every time I touch the ocean.
Anytime I taste the rain.
When you look over your shoulder.
Baby,
you can choose to remember me however you want to.
Remember me however you want to.
That's how I'll remember you.