They met in row three, back of the room
Glue sticks, crayons, glitter and fumes
Lisa had braids, Ana wore blue shoes
Both got picked last, both hated P.E. too
Trading half sandwiches, chips in a bag
Laughing at the teacher while they passed little tags
Wrote secret codes in the lines of their books
Two shy kids giving each other that look like
"You like that show?"
"You hate math too?"
"Your mom works late?"
"Yeah, mine do too"
From the third grade table with the wobble in the leg
They built a whole world out of pencil lead
From third grade to grown-up
They still talk like they eight years old
Inside jokes nobody else knows
From spilled juice to heartbreak
They been there for every phase
Two girls, one story since third grade
Middle school drama, eyeliner crooked
Lunchroom rumors, they already shook it
Shared one phone, on the walk home
Talking ‘bout the future like they already grown
High school hallways, big dreams, small lockers
One started rapping, one turned into a scholar
Borrowed each other’s clothes for the Friday game
One got her heart broke, they cursed his name
College on a screen, midnight on a call
Showing new apartments, half-painted walls
Life got loud, but the line stayed clear
Every scary moment, other girl right there
From third grade to grown-up
They still talk like they eight years old
Inside jokes nobody else knows
From spilled juice to heartbreak
They been there for every phase
Two girls, one story since third grade
They been through rings and rings
House keys, baby swings
Late shifts, side gigs
Silent nights, big wins
When the world feels strange
Some things don’t change
One text, one name
Right back in that third grade
From third grade to grown-up
They still talk like they eight years old
Inside jokes nobody else knows
From spilled juice to heartbreak
They been there for every phase
Two girls, one story since third grade
