Sun's up too soon like daylight savingsMixed emotions are congregatingPicturing us in all these placesAhead of myself's an understatementSky looks so purple I can taste itCouple days and I call you babyThree stories up, you're contemplating But what the * is patience?These areFast nights and fast nights, yeahNo time for rewrites,we couldn't help itOutlines on bedsides, yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant itFast nights and fast nights, yeahClose eyes and close blinds,we couldn't help itOur times on both sides, yeahGive me a second to forget I ever really meant itMy feelings used to be serratedBut you speak in such a perfect cadenceTip toe and pass on many stagesBut what the * is patience?These are fast times and fast nights,yeah No time for rewrites,we couldn't help itOur times on bedside,yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant itFirst times and first nights, yeahClosed eyes and closed blinds,we couldn't help itOur times on bedside,yeahGive me a second to forget I ever really meant it These,these are,these are the fast timesThese,these are,these are theFast timesGive me a second to forget I ever really meant itFirst times and fast nights,yeah Close eyes and close blindsWe couldn't help it Out times and bad sides,yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it