Twenty-Five

There was a time when I imagined us forever

I can't quite remember how I thought we'd work it out

I guess I would move to California, or you to Boston

And I'd learn to like to stay at home, or you'd learn to like going out

And although the stories that I tell myself about us now

Don't take me to the grave

I'll be an old woman with somebody else by my side

But I will always be in love with you in my memories

When we were twenty-five

I always think of you when I drink affogatos

'Cause that summer, we would have them every afternoon

The hot and cold was such a perfect combination

Melt all together, bittersweet and creamy, and always gone too soon

But all the joy we had and love we gave away back then

Well, it never went to waste

'Cause I'll be an old woman with somebody else by my side

But I will always be in love with how you loved me

When we were twenty-five