Des Peres Lyrics - Singles - The Lyndsay Diaries

In and out of intersections 

In a suburb of St. Louis, Misery 

In the back, back seat of your parent's gold Volvo 

We waved to passing cars and talked about 

Who would win the World Series 

And now we could care less about baseball 

Or how much the rookie card is worth 

We could care less 

Do you remember those days at all? 

When we threw it back in their face 

All the girls we kissed 

How we thought those days would never end 

And here we are today 

And now you're getting married 

And I'm struggling to find a date 

I'm struggling