Sun's up too soon like daylight savings
Mixed emotions are congregating
Picturing us in all these places
Ahead of myself's an understatement
Sky looks so purple I can taste it
Couple days and I call you baby
Three stories up, you're contemplating But what the * is patience?
These are
Fast nights and fast nights, yeah
No time for rewrites,
we couldn't help it
Outlines on bedsides, yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it
Fast nights and fast nights, yeah
Close eyes and close blinds,
we couldn't help it
Our times on both sides, yeah
Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it
My feelings used to be serrated
But you speak in such a perfect cadence
Tip toe and pass on many stages
But what the * is patience?
These are fast times and fast nights,
yeah No time for rewrites,
we couldn't help it
Our times on bedside,
yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it
First times and first nights, yeah
Closed eyes and closed blinds,
we couldn't help it
Our times on bedside,
yeah
Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it These,
these are,
these are the fast times
These,
these are,
these are the
Fast times
Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it
First times and fast nights,
yeah Close eyes and close blinds
We couldn't help it Out times and bad sides,
yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it