It's been a while since I've held you in my crooked arms
How many months I've missed your freckled skin, your morning phone alarm
But if you think that I'll forget the smell of lavender
I hope you'll get yours in the end
It's been a year since I've seen your face off Instagram
And all our mutual friends have told me that you're acting all brand new
But if you don't recall the things we said in summertime
I hope you'll get yours in the end
I heard the ceremony was in May, I saw the wedding dress
In spite of how we left things I still really wish you all the best
But if you've thrown away the rings exchanged at seventeen
I hope you'll get yours in the end