Theres a stain from rolling in the grass
You were chasing me throwing me down
Cause I couldn't run as fast and I would of
Kissed you longer if I knew it wouldn't last
Theres that stain rolling in the grass
And theres too many memories attaching you to me
Wrapped up in that pair of faded blues
Theres no use holding to the things that keep on showing
Pictures in my mind of me and you
Gonna let you light my life one last time
Watch you turn to ashes in my mind
Gonna burn these old jeans
Theres gonna be a space in my bottom draw
Gonna make a little room for the new life that I'm look-in for
I'm through with hanging on to anything anymore
gonna be a space in my bottom draw
gonna burn these old jeans
