i remember just how it used to be when the nights were fucking ours and the sunrise made me feel so sick things were much simpler and those summers last too long but that feeling was as depressing as the day my eyes met yours we always talk about getting caught up in the moment getting wrapped up in situations saying words we can never take back a four letter word the most beautiful of things but the one i used on you is the one i wish i truly could mean i never said a thing i only half meant i dropped hints at being the worst man for the job ive smashed clocks broken mirrors the man in the reflection the one i truly hate the most i want my life back days spent months spent years spent saying if i had a time machine hell yeah