I'm digging for something old and inside Bringing it back up out in the light And I’ll just ask a friend what they remember About me in the wild last December I'm looking for something warped and frayed Dusting it off and having it framed I’ll just ask a friend what they recall About me in the wild last fall And I'm not one to cry or hold your hand During the sad parts of the movie I’ll just smile and pretend That I'm doing fine, but inside I'm a mess ‘Cause even the previews make me weepy, I confess I'm looking for something, sealed and hidden Ripping it in half, right in the middle I’ll just tell my friends, I think that I’ll be alright Out there in the wild tonight And I'm not one to cry or hold your hand During the sad parts of the movie I’ll just smile and pretend That I'm doing fine, but inside I'm a mess ‘Cause even the previews make me weepy, I confess