take me back to freshman year   when you taught me how to care   about someone other than myself   i learned from you and no one else      sang country music to me like you did   even though we were into punk rock bands   you still knew all the    stupid love songs from the 90s   one time i asked you out (you said no)   and i cried for days when you moved to chigago   all my friends hated you and we fought all the time   now you're in georgia *now missouri*    and out of my life      so take me back to freshman year   when you taught me how to care   about someone other than myself   thought i loved you and no one else      you and i listened to yellowcard   in the middle of history class   the teacher never taught us anything   because he didn't know what he was talking about   i'm sorry i acted like a bitch   but sometimes you were dumb   i think of the nickname i gave you   then you were "weskimo" to everyone   so we pretended it was cool   i miss you now   and i still wish someone would      take me back to freshman year   when you taught me how to care   about someone other than myself   i want to remember how it felt   when you were here   freshman year