Heard:

Think of me first.

Remember to remember you remembered me. Then remember it all again. 

Remember the days that we watched the pine branches blow in the wind.

Laying on our backs in the neighborhood, not wanting to be anywhere else.

Sometimes it doesn't take a whole lot to feel like a whole person.

Sometimes it just takes one other heart to feel the same way. 

I look back maybe a little too often, but the handwriting was so perfect. 

The way that just barely getting by and having a best friend makes the world seem like an alright place. 

Think of me first. 

Because I'm trapped in that paradise and don't know how to live any other way.

The first one in and the last one to leave, that's how I'm going to be with your heart.

When I find you again.

Best friend.