These days, these days, these days Sometimes, I sit up on my windowsill
Thinking about what went so well Got too much time to kill
These days, these days, these days Sometimes, good things come and go too fast
I can't seem to make it last Got too much time to kill
These days, these days, these days If I could be honest, could she even notice?
Could she even notice if she was my sweet escape?
Lately, she gets darker in my memory
Lately, trouble got that way of finding me
Sometimes, I daydream that we're not over
I wake up wondering where you are You said forever, where does forever start?
If I could be honest, could she even notice?
Could she even notice if she was my sweet escape?
Lately, she gets darker in my memory
Lately, trouble got that way of finding me
Lately, she gets darker in my memory
Lately, trouble got that way, trouble got that way of finding me