Lou Lou Safran: How to Hang Out With Friends Like Nothing's Wrong

My old friends’ shoes stopped leaving marks
On the white snow mine are really dark
It’s all getting pretty old
The length of my hair and the fit of my clothes
My old friends’ shoes stopped leaving marks
On the soft white snow mine are really dark
It’s all getting pretty old
The length of my hair and the fit of my clothes

We were so warm together
Your hands in my lap
My hands in your sweater
Your mom on her way in her car
You told me you knew I’d go far

Blood underneath my fingernails
As sure as the cars look small from here
Half open windows in front of me
Looking forwards, back is all I see

We were so warm together
Your hands in my lap
My hands in your sweater
Your mom on her way in her car
You told me you knew I’d go far
We were so warm together
Your hands in my lap
My hands in your sweater
Your mom on her way in her car
You told me you knew I’d go far

I’m out in the sun holding three iced coffees
One for each of my personalities
The ice felt so much colder
Before we all went and got older

My old friends’ shoes stopped leaving marks
On the soft white snow mine are really dark
It’s all getting pretty old
The length of my hair and the fit of my clothes

We were so warm together
Your hands in my lap
My hands in your sweater
Your mom on her way in her car
You told me you knew I’d go far

So tell me do you remember
The laughs through our last summer
Or did your old bad memory let them slide?
So tell me do you remember
The laughs through our last summer
Or did your old bad memory let them slide?

We were so warm together
Your hands in my lap
My hands in your sweater
Your mom on her way in her car
You told me you knew I’d go far
I’d go far