Track Seven

Verse 1

Guitar and voice

Found it in the glovebox todaySharpie on a silver discYour handwriting all in capsSummer of our senior yearJust for the drive home, it says

Pre-Chorus

I only put it in for one songI'm still parked out in the drive

Chorus

Your track seven still skipsRight where you said it wouldI never even fixed itYour track seven still skips

Verse 2

You wrote the list on a napkinYou burned it on the library laptopI know every scratch by heartEvery jump and every single gap

Pre-Chorus

I only put it in for one songI'm still parked out in the drive

Chorus

Drums enter

Your track seven still skipsRight where you said it wouldI never even fixed itYour track seven still skips

Bridge

Falsetto, guitars swelling

Some things you don't repairYou just learn where they're gonna skip

Final Chorus

Full band, falsetto soaring

Your track seven still skipsRight where you said it wouldI never even fixed itYour track seven still skipsYour track seven still skipsRight where you said it wouldI never even fixed itYour track seven always skips