Her finger traced I love you   In the palm of my hand   That's still the only time   My belly's ever hit the floor   Like that      Your feet in my lap   We drove away the past   Knowing we would turn around again      Tell her I'm not sorry   Mention my Ferrari   Just don't tell her that   I miss her   She wanted in   I wanted out   And that's the last thing we talked about      Remember how our hands matched   Love lines, same size   I guess I should have checked   To see the life lines weren't in line      I call on the phone   You still felt alone   And talked about the songs that made you cry      Tell her I'm not sorry   Mention my Ferrari   Just don't tell her that   I miss her   She wanted in   I wanted out   And that's the last thing we talked about   She wanted in   I wanted out   And that's the last thing we talked about      Campfire cookies   And John Hughes movies   Junior mints   And cold shower Tuesdays   November shivers   And rear-view mirrors   And the little things like that   Little things like that      Tell her I'm not sorry   Mention my Ferrari   Just don't tell her that   I miss her   She wanted in   I wanted out   And that's the last thing we talked about   Campfire cookies   And John Hughes movies   Junior mints   And that's the last thing we talked about   November shivers   And rear-view mirrors   And the little things   And that's the last thing we talked about