The Old Days -

Katy:

Wild at a party we were boozing teens

The cops pull up and so we, scatter while giggling we

Stumbled to a field and Constance, the moon shone in her hair

We kissed, drunk and blurred and still, we kissed right there

We never ever talked about it, to her cheap thrills

But to me, a magic moment, but I kept quiet still

She was indeed my first love, though she never knew

The same old cycles just spin round and round, and round it’s true

No one ever taught me how to, get up when I’m down

My mother always suffered silent, until that night and now

I think about that hotel, but sometimes too I swear

I think about that field, that kiss, the moon, her hair