Lyric

I was fourteen, you were thirteen

Different grades, different sides of town

You played football on the inner field

I ran laps on the track around

After practice you would wait for me

By the small bench next to lane three

One normal day you called my name

You asked me out and my whole world changed

You were my first boyfriend, my first shaking hand

My first secret story my parents would not know

I wrote you letters that my junior on the team passed on for me

On the phone, “good night” from you felt like enough for me

Come back to me, that was all I used to pray

But you had your reasons and you chose to walk away

You held on to a promise you needed to keep

And left me with the tears I cried myself to sleep

One afternoon your voice went cold on the phone

You said, “We are over. I think I should be alone.”

I cried all night, asking what was wrong with me

But no answer came, just the dark and my own breathing

Later I heard you fought hard for his friend one night

A police car came and took you to the station in the flashing light

You said you had to reset your life, draw a line and not look back

Next day I saw you at the gate with your hair shaved close and black

Same soft smile, same brown, serious eyes

I saw your decision there, to change your life

I wrote a letter to you a month later but your silence stayed

You kept your word to yourself, even when my heart broke that hard

Come back to me, that was all I used to pray

But you chose your future and you walked away

You were wild and loyal, you cut yourself free

And I was just the girl still saying, “Come back to me”

You were close to all the tough boys, still first in every test

You could make the class laugh, still plan for all the rest

I loved that you were someone who did what you said you would do

Even when the promise that you kept meant letting go of me too

Come back to me, not the boy who had to leave

Come back someday as the man you always said you would be

You were my first love, not the one I could keep

But you still walk the border of my memories and sleep

If we ever meet again when we are grown and free

Then you better be the one who finally makes it up to me