Vanilla on Old Sweaters

[Intro]
[Verse]
Blue bus seat, sticky hands
Sour strips and rubber bands
You kept the yellow ones for me
Underneath the willow tree
We didn't say much on the ride
Just the static deep inside
Your backpack smelled like peppermint
Every day a small event
[Pre-Chorus]
Tea is getting cold now
I’m still wondering how
The distance grew so wide
With nowhere left to hide
[Chorus]
It’s just a soft hum
Where did we come from?
Vanilla on your sweater
I thought we’d know better
Than to let the tape end
My oldest, quietest friend
[Post-Chorus]
Rewind the reel
How does it feel?
Just a soft hum
Where did we come from?
[Verse]
Pencil lead on paper skin
Where the secret codes begin
Margins filled with tiny stars
Tracing all our mental scars
You left a tape upon my porch
Holding up a flickering torch
Side A was mostly acoustic songs
Where our quiet world belongs
[Chorus]
It’s just a soft hum
Where did we come from?
Vanilla on your sweater
I thought we’d know better
Than to let the tape end
My oldest, quietest friend
[Bridge]
Ticket stubs in a shoebox
Keys that don't fit any locks
Half-drunk tea at 2 a.m.
I’m back at the start again
No big fight, no heavy rain
Just a slow and steady drain
[Verse]
The moving truck was painted white
You stayed over that final night
We didn't cry or make a scene
Just shared a bag of wintergreen
Now the static’s all I hear
Even though you’re never near
I found your note in a library book
I’m too afraid to take a look
[Chorus]
It’s just a soft hum
Where did we come from?
Vanilla on your sweater
I thought we’d know better
Than to let the tape end
My oldest, quietest friend
[Post-Chorus]
Rewind the reel
How does it feel?
Just a soft hum
Where did we come from?
[Outro]