Testo Fridge

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

Ah, ooh
Ah, ooh
Remember the cold kitchen floors and the shelves above the sink?
How do I get out of here? It's an endless Christmas Eve
And 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

And 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