Don't touch
Don't look
Don't think
Best of luckShe tried as hard as she could
But she knew it wasn't good enough and wouldn't ever be
So she had to start hiding how she felt
But she loved him, he knew it
And if his hands weren't tied
He would've really liked to help herHe's still shaking it off buys flowers for his wife
Guilty he could even think of life without her
Gets home looking like he's seen a ghost
She's ready for the worst
But when he tells her
She breaks down crying I'm so sorryWe didn't want our love to end in high school
At college I called every day until the day I met you
A year ago he got in touch, I asked him to forgive me
It should've ended there but I forgot I wasn't eighteen
Songwriters
CHRIS THILE, SARA WATKINS, SEAN WATKINSPublished by
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